Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Percival will drive conversation. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Percival grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a fancy grey suit. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Herbalist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the east. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is cut close to his head. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 44. 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Conrad does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His hair is short and golden. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Trym was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 100 pp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Peridot (30 gp).

Description: This man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His head has been shaved. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Anselm is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Stylist business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Stylist. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.