Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a brown vest and prefers black and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His fur is brown and very short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 110 gp. Silver ewer (10 gp).

Description: He wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Purban lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Family, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 120 gp. White pearl (100 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears his white hair down. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses well, wearing pastel shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His fur is orange and curly. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Silent fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 90 gp.