Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. His golden hair is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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: Percival was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 10 pp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Malachite (13 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears just a white suit. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Bernard took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and money/treasure

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a pastel vest and prefers yellow and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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 grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Adelard was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Adelard decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. Alexandrite (500 gp).