Description: This southern man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His clothes are grease stained in places. He sports a flattop fur cut. His yellow eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. 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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mormo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her fur is short and lavender. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Moon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and many drow want her driven away

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Jet (80 gp).

Description: This woman wears a white vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her white boots flare out at the collars, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.