Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her hair is blonde and curly. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. A true patriot, Caramip would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered music. She bought a longsword and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a brown shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and white pants, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo 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; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 800 gp. Red garnet (70 gp). Emerald (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has wavy gray fur. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She's in love; and wants her loneliness to end

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: She wears a brown shirt, with a yellow mid length skirt with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She carries a battered morningstar and tarnished sickle as well. Her brown fur is smooth and relatively long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 90 gp.