Description: He wears tattered old clothes, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. His hair is cut close to his head. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. 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. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: She is lean but muscular and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She wants to get laid; and she would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He sports a flattop crest cut. 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 trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Black star sapphire (600 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: Tervaround was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 240 gp.