Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear pastel pants and tee shirts. His white fur is smooth and relatively long. His half smiles and copper eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3100 sp.

Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats, and carries maces. He has no hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Percival was born the youngest of three triplets. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He is typically in his Bellfounder uniform. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Erevan was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Sculptor. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Bonds: Job, Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His crest is copper, silky, and of moderate length. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A freak accident while working with his Fletcher father left him crippled. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a warhammer on his belt. He wears his orange fur up. His copper eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Cloak was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.