Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She is generally shirtless and showing off her tattooed chest. Her fur is gray, silky, and of moderate length. Her eyes are a pleasant copper.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. During her travels, Tricking and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tricking discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tricking fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This southern woman wears dull brown sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Yurgunn was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Locksmith. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Pink pearl (40 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. She keeps her red hair in a flapper bob. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with her Spice Merchant mother left her crippled. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and is pretty ugly. Her hair is white and very short. Her eyes are hazel and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Caramip is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Hourglass.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'7" when asserting himself. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Tûmûg was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, 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 Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 70 gp.