Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and violet robe with the hood down. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Percival liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 160 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

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. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Masseuse hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Brottor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a white scarf. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He uses divination through singing.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Gnomes became a terror of the countryside. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Insane. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Sellsword. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears his white hair up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has achieved small success as a Sellsword.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to protect his home

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Guardian, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears an entirely yellow suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Layabout profession.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A freak accident while working with his Layabout mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.