Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her long black fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Beast was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. When Beast reached her early adolescence her Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Obsidian (5 gp).

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears suspenders and red workpants. Her shirt is pastel, and she wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. She keeps her long black hair kept up in a rat tail. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to her current location. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Glassblower they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Painter, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Red garnet (140 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed trident, just in case. His silver crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His ears are large.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Tarhun has worked very hard to control his curse. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Brewer for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears just a brown suit. His tied-back hair is silver. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

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 brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Hubert lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sellsword. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Hunter work with an outfit from a few towns over. Hunter work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. After a long history of fighting, Claira and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and expand her business

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.