Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a flail on his belt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He sports a flattop hair cut. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson tan hat.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Percival's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He uses divination through singing.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Percival took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Azurite (5 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a blue scarf. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His crest is black and curly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed dagger, just in case. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His childhood dream was to be a Mortician, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Fortune-teller soon after.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Disease, Lazy. Bonds: Family, Religious, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

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. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Mormo hails from a village terrorized by brigands. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 140 pp. Alexandrite (700 gp). Jet (110 gp).