Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His black fur is unkempt and raggedy. His fierce yellow eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 63. 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. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 5'8". He wears a simple black robe with tan stripes complete with hood, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longsword. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An older man who likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is white and very short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a green vest and prefers black and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has done his best to style his green crest to look like a famous performer. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. 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, Vrondiss is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He's in love.

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has wavy orange fur. His eyes are likewise hazel.

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 has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1500 sp.