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 is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 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: Percival was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Percival never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, In love. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 56. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When Alexandre 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. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'11", this man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This western man dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with black slacks. His clothes are grease stained in places. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Roland was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Human compassion; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He has moderate length black hair. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A gifted student he started as a Actor, but he got bored and became a Glassblower. He has achieved small success as a Glassblower.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and balancing his hectic life and new glassblower responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Cynical, Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 6000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.