Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He is portly but not overly obese. His fur is orange and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Flame was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Hunter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. He has wavy red hair. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A freak accident while working with his Farmer mother left him crippled. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She prefers to wear flannel. She has chestnut hair. Her green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Ilga was born on a far western forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Layabout. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and marry her sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. Eye agate (12 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man is typically in his Fortune-teller uniform. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He takes great joy in being the best Fortune-teller in town.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His childhood dream was to be a Bowyer, but he was a colossal failure. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Fortune-teller for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1900 sp. 3 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He wears his black crest down. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Dazzazn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, 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 Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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 now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 150 gp.