Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'2" when asserting himself. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Percival will drive conversation. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze, marred by chocolates. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is short and golden. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

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 necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His hair is brown and curly. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Bernard has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: This malnourished man wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Arnold was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants revenge against drow

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 400 gp.