Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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 comes from a rich northern family. His first spouse was a Spice Merchant, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed blue hat.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 500 gp. Iolite (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp). Obsidian (5 gp). 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Antitoxin. 4 Smokesticks.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his youth he was a Banker, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival 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; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 sp. Chrysoberyl (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is brown and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the north 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp.