Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She carries with her a set of kukris, each one with a opal on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her white eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 49. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Damaia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Amethyst (50 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp).

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She wears a white armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. Her golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 280 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: This dark-skinned female wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her auburn hair is thinning but still full. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. A true patriot, Jarana would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Jarana was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Cartwright. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Military, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor. His red hair is cut short. His ears are large.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Rael was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.