Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly hand crossbows and lances. His black fur is thinning but still full. He is baby faced.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is mildly Halfling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is harsh and unforgiving.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her mother. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the west were limited. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times. Her gray fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Marshal, her father struggled to pay the bills. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Shivering grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Shivering. After a long history of fighting, Shivering and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.