Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Riardon was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and doesn't want to be a weaver and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 sp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (50 gp).

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She very much looks the part of a Bather. Her crest is cut close to her head. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She has worked as a Bather like her father before her.

Motivation: Expand her business; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her red hair is cut short. This brown eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Vicky took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is her passion; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Mûglûk was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away.

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly shields and tridents. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the west to a Mercenary, Beloril learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 sp.