Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has wavy red hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Dilettante business.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Jocelyn was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. After coming to the age of reason, Jocelyn took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears dull brown sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 11. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has wavy golden hair. He has blue eyes.

Personality: Eiravel is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1300 gp. Blue sapphire (1400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp).

Description: She has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her grey robe. Her silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: Born in the east to a Laborer, Damaia learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Damaia was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Job, Slave, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.