Description: She stands about 5'0" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, black shirt, and red tie. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her brown hair is cut short. She has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with singing. She constantly tries to fill her life with singing. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Neega took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor she uses now. She bought a nunchaku and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Artistic, Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She very much looks the part of a Mortician. Her fur is white and curly. Her eyes are a pleasant copper.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She worked as a nervous Mortician and found it very stressful. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Expand her business.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Hematite (10 gp). Coral (120 gp).

Description: She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and she perpetually has her shield ready. Her cinnamon fur is still thick. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic woman, Spring's first love is herself. Her second love is also herself. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Spring was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. 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. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He keeps his lavender fur in a pixie cut. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Harvest 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. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.