Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light yellow in addition to tight pants. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. Percival was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Percival decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: To be a Adventurer again; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His white hair is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. Morkral 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: A 3'0" eastern man, he is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has no hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Brewer born in the past three hundred years. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. Radomir 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 worked as a Brewer like his mother before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is violet, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. His lavender fur is greasy and uncared for. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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, Art is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.