Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She prefers to wear grey clothing when she does not wear armor. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and tan robe with the hood down, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She has styled her beige fur well, parting it to the left. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Reynard speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Reynard lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Healer, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 60 gp. Obsidian (16 gp).

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and carries scythes. His red fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.