Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. After a long history of fighting, Ralf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Onyx (40 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a violet vest and prefers tan and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His silver hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp. Bloodstone (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Jade (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has wavy silver hair. 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 envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp.