Description: This late middle aged woman wears baggy black pantaloons and a brown scarf and is in decent physical shape. Her chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Born to a Body Guard, her mother struggled to pay the bills. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'6". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shield. His yellow fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Harvest isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A freak accident while working with his Dilettante mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He is physically well-built. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Fivin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Roofer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a white deerstalker hat and white clothes. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.