Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears long strands of sapphire and short pastel dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Pelt isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. Her chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Elama was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'1" and prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Reynard lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his absent mother

Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her parents enrolled her in a Warlock school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.