Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a pastel tunic with green highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Enemies, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears an entirely black suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has wavy blonde hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Argran took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1200 gp.

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 a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His long purple hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Xappan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Xappan. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He 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. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.