Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: Geoffrey is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Geoffrey is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Geoffrey was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Geoffrey abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man wears suspenders and yellow workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy yellow leather apron most of the time. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is golden and curly. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Stylist who has hired him part-time. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants his loneliness to end

Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant, Rich, Nature, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 2 Acid flasks.

Description: She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Marshal. She wears her red crest up. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gold.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was raised in a plains tribe. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She stands about 5'8" and is dressed in an above average manner. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her fur, while still mostly orange, has prominent grey streaks. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Harvest is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: Harvest was born with her mother's beautiful face. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 500 sp.