Description: This light-skinned female wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available she will default to her hammer. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her eyes are hazel and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her youth she was a Blacksmith, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. She was granted divine powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she dresses like a well dressed Miller does. Her brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: She was born in the west. A gifted student she started as a Bricklayer, but she got bored and became a Miller. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. He keeps his long black fur kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise yellow. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His fur, while still mostly beige, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Seven lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His black hair is knotted and matted. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Nuraval was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Debt. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.