Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears an entirely yellow suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Percival was born with his father's beautiful face. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2400 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His auburn hair is still thick. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He is greedy; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears bulky black painted plate armor. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Sage, his father struggled to pay the bills. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. Now he works as a poetry tutor during his time off.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Tim wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Ranger, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his nunchaku with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 sp.