Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a green scarf. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger, and carries daggers. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Ploughman again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He wears his silver hair up. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

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 a great chef.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is obsessed with his god.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 400 gp. 4 Holy water.

Description: This malnourished man usually wears his tan robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.