Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the east to a Tailor, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Percival was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rose (70 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). White opal (1400 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a white coat with blue slacks. His golden hair is cut short. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Nalral was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Nalral was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nalral decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Gold music box (3000 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

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 is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: An older man who wears long strands of opal and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, he is not a threatening figure. His head has been shaved. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Obsidian (4 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep violet leather and dull brown iron scale mail. His lavender fur is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. 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: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Sweet alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.