Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a pastel top hat and pastel clothes. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. He has a tattooed face.

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. 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, Cask is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Cask grew up listening to his mother's many stories. After coming to the age of reason, Cask took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is content

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cartwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Nuraval and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His gray fur, when down, is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Smoking was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a violet coat with pastel slacks. His brown fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. After coming to the age of reason, Cloak took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1000 cp. Azurite (13 gp).