Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 99. 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. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is content; and tabaxi compassion

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Star rose quartz (40 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His silver eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Ekemon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'5". She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady, and her gloved hand is found clutching a monstrous two handed axe. She has moderate length brown hair. She has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: Armara wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp. 4 Acid flasks. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with red colored cloaks and clothing. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries a battered spear and tarnished shield as well. His crest is black and very short. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Pijjirik hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. 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 dire rats. Pijjirik was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 90 gp.