Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His red hair is heavily combed to the right. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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, Percival is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Justice, Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 21000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and is pretty ugly. His golden hair is braided into rings. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born into a rich family. When Nicholas reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 48000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Everard took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a green coat with brown slacks. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: John was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His childhood dream was to be a Tanner, but he was a colossal failure. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

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

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.