Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and carries whips. His gray fur is unkempt and raggedy. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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, Trail is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bricklayer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trail fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Priest for hire.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Priest and was forced into it by his family; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 130 gp. Sard (80 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is dressed in an above average manner. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: The child of a Gardener, who enjoyed hunting, Kothûg was taken on many hunting expeditions. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by vampirism.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 sp.