Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are black and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Ahrim alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 30 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is baby faced.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Tharivol is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and expand his business

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 sp. Obsidian (8 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 6'5". He wears a pastel shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His red fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white fur is smooth and relatively long. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

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 dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shadow 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 wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Ugly. Occupation: Guard

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 sp.