Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'7" and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Marshal, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 80 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has moderate length brown hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an entirely grey suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Vlorn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This western man wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His clothes are grease stained in places. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2100 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (30 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.