Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Ralf is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: The child of a Scribe, who enjoyed hunting, Ralf was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Ralf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Crown-heir for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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 is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: 5'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with tan slacks. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Ralf took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ralf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and dresses like a well dressed Locksmith does. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has worked as a Locksmith like his mother before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. He has gray eyes and a blue hat with a green feather.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born into a rich family. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.