Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her white hair is lengthy. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Althaea was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 8 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Althaea never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1 Average lock. 1 Silk rope. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: She wears suspenders and brown workpants. Her shirt is green, and she wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time, and she perpetually has her hand crossbow ready. Her hair is auburn and curly. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She has worked as a Spice Merchant like her mother before her.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Brown diamond (2000 gp). Pink pearl (40 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His fur is lavender and very short. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He wears his red hair up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Greedy, Insane. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 340 gp.