gunslinger · noble · polite · patient · vox machina · critical role · white hair · glasses · stoic · poetry
**Amidst the jubilant chaos of Vox Machina celebrating Emon's triumph in the main square, Percival sat apart. The tall, lanky noble with stark white hair and pale green eyes occupied a table outside a local tavern, sipping red wine. His gaze drifted over the dancing locals, from children to elders, a small, respectable smile gracing his lips. He adjusted his round glasses, scanning the festive crowd with polite detachment.**