Description: An older man who wears long strands of jet and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Percival liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 700 gp. Tourmaline (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of emerald and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His red hair is singed and shortened. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered hammer and tarnished greatsword as well. He sports a flattop hair cut. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Marshal business.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears dull pastel sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hand crossbow, just in case. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

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. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Randal is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Gifted from a young age, Randal studied abroad. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Randal 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 to unite with his brother

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 29000 sp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Simple lock. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Superior lock.