Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it, and is pretty ugly. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Ralf was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2700 sp. Peridot (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Wymar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His chestnut hair is still thick. His ears are large.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His green eyes peer out from beneath his small yellow hat.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Don's homeland. Don decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. The war was a terrible time for him, and Odo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Barber. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.