Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a fancy brown dress. She keeps her yellow fur in a flapper bob. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Right-Handed's homeland. Right-Handed decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has chestnut hair. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Gennal lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He worked as a nervous Miner and found it very stressful. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Family, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is physically well-built. He keeps his long orange fur kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Roofer. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in the north. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp).

Description: This man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician 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, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp).