Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of kukris, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His ears are large.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

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. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Recently a tribe of orcs 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 is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He has moderate length red hair. He has a dull look in his silver eyes.

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 moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shield.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp. Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. 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 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 is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. His hair is short and black. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his silver eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Morthos 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Secretive, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1900 gp.