Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. He wears his brown hair up. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Percival was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. His brown fur is unkempt and raggedy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his right hand. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. The war was a terrible time for him, and Rurik does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Rurik was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Guardian, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 6'1", this man wears blue trousers with black and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in the west to a Barrister, Blorg learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Barrister.

Motivation: To be a Carpenter again; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 500 gp.