Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His yellow fur is heavily combed to the left. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. 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: Wants his loneliness to end; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. His fur is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Left-Handed isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Left-Handed was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Engraver. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a white coat with black slacks. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Locksmith arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is greedy; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 6000 cp. Zircon (20 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. 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 submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ulfgar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Ugly. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). 1 Buckler.