Description: A middle-aged man, he typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor, and is pretty ugly. His white hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Ralf embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp. Iolite (60 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears bulky tan painted plate armor. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He works hard and plays hard.

History: He got into the Roofer business at a young age. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Don alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Roofer for the past few years.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His tied-back hair is brown. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job, Religious. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized pastel coat. His hair is short and silver. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1200 sp. Citrine (30 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He takes great joy in being the best Stylist in town.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He worked as a nervous Stylist and found it very stressful. 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: He's in love; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Enemies, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.