Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Percival was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Navigator. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a blacksmith again

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 29000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has brown hair. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 700 gp. Aquamarine (1400 gp).

Description: 5'8" and muscular, this southern man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is long and unkept. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Marshal. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He tends to his Marshal job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Navigator again; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a red scarf. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Anselm was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Anselm's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 11000 cp. Tourmaline (120 gp). 1 Superior lock. 1 Crowbar.

Description: This western man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a sickle on his belt. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has wavy brown hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

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 pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Balimaar was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Barber. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.