Description: He wears a black collared shirt and violet pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His black crest is heavily combed to the left. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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: An old rival family wants him found; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears long strands of aquamarine and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has moderate length purple hair. His silver eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Damakos isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Damakos was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a tan vest and prefers red and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Insane. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Azaki is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.