Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His fur is short and yellow. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Nimble embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Nimble took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His yellow fur is braided into rings. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spice Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Halflings. Her skin is light but she possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. Her moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. She has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In her 15th year, her parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Shamil alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Secretive, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 230 gp.