Description: This southern man wears dark leathers with embroidery. His clothes are grease stained in places. His lavender fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant yellow.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the south were limited. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears dull tan sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Jabbie was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His parents enrolled him in a Cleric school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 200 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 2 Holy water.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She likes to wear black tank tops with tan skirt. Her white hair is wavy and long. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Butcher business.

History: Kansif was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1200 gp. Aquamarine (400 gp).

Description: This tall, slender woman is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She wears her dark red hair down. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes orcs are coming to abduct people. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Barrister they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Jeweler, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To protect her home; and someone believes her a fraud

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Crowbar.