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 a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His hair is cut close to his head. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Percival grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Percival. Being a Masseuse kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Balimaar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Extrovert. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'8" and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His brown hair is thinning but still full. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

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 spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Reynard wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict, Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1200 sp.