Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly ceremonial daggers and shortbows. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His ears are large.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His half smiles and gold eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Nicor was born with his mother's beautiful face. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: A 6'6" western woman, she wears a black cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. She wears her white crest up. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: A powerful brothel owner made her what she is. Pyxrin liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His red fur is braided into rings. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. 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: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. 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 betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady silver eyes.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In her 13th year, her parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Verin alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Verin was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and many dire rats want her driven away

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.