Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears dull grey sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed axe, just in case. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1700 sp.

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 has moderate length black fur. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is mildly Human supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Servant. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.