Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and doesn't want to be a baker and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 77. 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 does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is red and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. A freak accident while working with his Guard mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.