Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Fisher. His hair is short and auburn. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. A true patriot, Percival would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Percival was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When Percival reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To be a Dyer again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 9000 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tattered old clothes. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Resh reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. 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: Born in the south to a Detective, Shamash learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Shamash has worked very hard to control his curse. He's also a talented Slave Trader, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 140 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. His long red crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Mreksh isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mercenary. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Lazy. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.