Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a very tight haircut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. The war was a terrible time for him, and Oblar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This eastern man wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. He has black fur. He is baby faced.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Edge isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Edge lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Edge fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and doesn't want to be a detective and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greatswords and whips. He has done his best to style his rusty crest to look like a famous performer. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dadalan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Stableman. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.