Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his spear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born in the west. Soveliss was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Tailor. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Soveliss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is an epitome of beauty. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Dayereth was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Glassblower. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is typically in his Laborer uniform. His brown fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is baby faced.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Laborer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 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 unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. 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 is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rangrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.