Description: A middle-aged man, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and is pretty ugly. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Percival wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Percival has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Onyx (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a green coat with pastel slacks. He carries a battered mace and tarnished spear as well. His red hair is braided into rings. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Percival hails from a village terrorized by orcs. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Percival's homeland. Percival decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'5". He is dressed in an above average manner. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ralf took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ralf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: The child of a Ruler, who enjoyed hunting, Balimaar was taken on many hunting expeditions. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 10000 sp. Jet (80 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). Coral (80 gp). Malachite (5 gp).