Description: This man wears an entirely black suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 96. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 greatsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Coral (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. His auburn hair is long and unkept. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears professional attire. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Silver pearl (40 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

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

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'0". He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His first spouse was a Bookbinder, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 2800 sp.