Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with grey slacks. Her auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Sarai is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Sarai was born with her mother's beautiful face. In her 20th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 50 gp. Jet (160 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His gold crest is long and unkept. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 86. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his long orange fur kept up in a rat tail. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He was born in a small plains village. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Tiefling compassion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 20 gp. Red spinel (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly bastard swords and maces. His blue hair has been sun bleached extensively. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 50. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Vassago 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. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 gp.