Description: He wears a black coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. He wears his white hair up. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Barakas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This man wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Gerald 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. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. She wears her auburn hair down. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the west her family was never financially stable. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Tethren was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Soapmaker. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Soapmaker for the past few years.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 6000 cp. Sardonyx (50 gp).