Description: She dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her black fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. In her 13th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist. Her black crest is braided into rings. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Havilar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. Being a Stylist kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 54. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he wants revenge against brigands

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 140 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His fur is gray and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A true patriot, Left-Handed would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Left-Handed was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When Left-Handed reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insane, Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available she will default to her ceremonial dagger. She is an epitome of beauty. Her brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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. The war was a terrible time for her, and Dara does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Dara was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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 feels kind of lost in life; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.