Description: An older man who is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, he is not a threatening figure. He has wavy white hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 37000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. He carries a battered warhammer and tarnished halberd as well. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Born to a Sailor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barkeep 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. Trym fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears baggy pastel pantaloons and a tan scarf. He has a very tight haircut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Sard (70 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. A freak accident while working with his Priest mother left him crippled. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Priest. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 60000 cp. Blue star sapphire (1100 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears a simple black robe with white stripes complete with hood. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. 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: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.