Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Herbalist responsibilities is difficult; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (90 gp). Jade (90 gp). Jade (90 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a pastel costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He wears his blonde hair up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Rolf will drive conversation. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Antagonistic. Occupation: Knight

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He wears his auburn hair down. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born into a rich family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His brown hair is cut short. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Balimaar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

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. In his 17th 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 was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.