Description: A plain young-adult man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a black and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ralf abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Antitoxin. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears professional attire. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lance was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Lance was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

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

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 500 sp. Chrysoprase (80 gp). Emerald (700 gp).

Description: This man wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a quarterstaff, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 14000 cp. 1 Backpack. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Hourglass.

Description: 5'6" and muscular, this northern man very much looks the part of a Mortician. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple white robe with violet stripes complete with hood. His brown hair is long and unkept. 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 extraordinarily eccentric. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Adelard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Barkeep, who enjoyed hunting, Adelard was taken on many hunting expeditions. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.