Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Percival is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the east to a Animal Trainer, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Extrovert, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 23000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Beggar arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 gp. Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Jet (120 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Balimaar has worked very hard to control his curse. 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: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Backpack. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson pastel hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Theobald isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2200 sp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Silk rope.