Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Aerdeth was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warrior, 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 Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 3'6" and muscular, this eastern man wears a tan shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and red handkerchief worn on his right side. He wears his white fur up. His copper eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born into a rich family. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Barkeep soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. She wears her silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady brown eyes.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Brakka lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother; and doesn't want to be a bellfounder and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Right-Handed is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 cp.