Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, marred by chocolates. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Percival took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and he wants revenge against illithids

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (60 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has violet eyes.

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 also has developed a complete distrust of the Barber profession.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (80 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. His hair is golden and curly. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Everard lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His silver hair is knotted and matted. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Onyx (80 gp). Hematite (11 gp).