Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, marred by beers. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He tends to his Barkeep job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Layabout again; and balancing his hectic life and new barkeep responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass.

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 a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is dressed in an above average manner. His brown fur is thinning but still full. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Healer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 60 gp.