Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is black and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Percival isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Masseuse for the past few years.

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, Impeccable, Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, and he perpetually has his scythe ready. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (90 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a grey coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Human compassion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

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 tan collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Tim was born with his father's beautiful face. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 sp.