Percival is an older gentleman, as far as adventurers go, somewhere in his late 40s - 50s. He seems sickly, with his pale complexion and soft voice (like he's always just getting over a cold.)


He has blue eyes, set under dark brows. He has a neat, curled mustache and a pointed beard that makes him look a bit dastardly. His face is gaunt and angular, with prominent cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He might've looked handsome if he had a healthier bearing, but it just accentuates how scrawny he is.

He walks with a black, oak staff, leaning into it for support. His robes are plain and dark. The clothes under them suggests some kind of nobility, even if they're a little rumpled. He tends to keep the hood up and his head down. He appears soft-spoken, dour, and often shrinks in on himself when he garners unwanted attention. Doesn't seem to be a big fan of eye contact.