Description: This woman wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her fur is orange and very short. She has hazel eyes and a pastel hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Shivering embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Shivering was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Healer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Cook; and to settle down with her crush

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp).

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her golden hair is still thick. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brakka 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears blue trousers with pastel and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He got into the Merchant business at a young age. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He's also a talented Stylist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: Standing 5'3", this woman wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. Her purple hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She is a great chef.

History: Her martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Markosian has worked very hard to control her curse. During her travels, Markosian and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Markosian discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Markosian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is her passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt.