Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a robe, a symbol of magic around her neck, and a dagger on her belt. Her lavender fur is long and unkept. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the east were limited. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fragrant 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 she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 20 gp. Moss agate (11 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He stands about 6'8" and wears just a green suit. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His crest, while still mostly gold, has prominent grey streaks. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Zedaar hails from a village terrorized by brigands. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear flannel. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise black.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Akmen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Akmen was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, 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 Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 sp. Lapis lazuli (16 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of jet and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 160 gp. Brown-green garnet (120 gp).