Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His lavender fur is lengthy. He has a dull look in his yellow eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Flask embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He is a great chef.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 900 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (110 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1900 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He sports a flattop hair cut. This gold eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Secretive, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an entirely white suit with green socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the south. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 3'0", this man wears a white coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Painter, but he got bored and became a Brewer. He's also a talented Painter, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Addict, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 800 gp.