Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Spice Merchant, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in a small island village. Ralf liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he wants revenge against giants

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 26000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He carries with him a set of bows on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a black scarf, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a shortbow on his belt. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roland fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 50 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). 1 Silk rope. 1 Average lock.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 sp.