Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears just a violet suit. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has green eyes.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. The war was a terrible time for him, and Himo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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 has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'5" when asserting himself. He wears his silver crest down. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Family, Debt. Occupation: Server

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 90 gp. Malachite (10 gp).

Description: She very much looks the part of a Dilettante. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her monstrous two handed axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. Her blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She works hard and plays hard.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Dilettante for the past few years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 120 gp. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. He has moderate length beige fur. He has green eyes.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Cloak took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1200 sp.