Description: He is renowned for his bright violet suits and hats. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He has moderate length chestnut hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Shoemaker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Lucan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. Recently the stress of being a Shoemaker has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 160 gp. Moss agate (11 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has green eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Tharivol was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, 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 Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her long dark red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is scarred and worn.

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 takes great joy in being the best Fortune-teller in town.

History: She is a Chromatic Dragon in disguise. She worked as a nervous Fortune-teller and found it very stressful. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: Expand her business; and to be a sellsword again

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 60 gp. Moonstone (50 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the left. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Zaffrab 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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 140 gp. Obsidian (15 gp).