Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears a pastel costume with the symbols of death on her torso. She keeps her red fur in a pixie cut. Her ears are large.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tricking isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the south to a Roofer, Tricking learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Being a Roofer kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and green, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and a wedding ring on her left hand. Her red hair is well kept. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she is greedy

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, In love, Religious, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. Her skin is light but she possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. She wears dull blue sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed sai, just in case. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Gnome, 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 remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 340 gp. 2 Smokesticks.

Description: She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her eyes are likewise hazel. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She is a great chef.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the east were limited. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.