Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a grey coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Brewer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Seamstress, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an entirely brown suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His brown fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Shivering hails from a village terrorized by drow. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Shivering took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2200 gp. Fire opal (1500 gp).

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 prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Oloric isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Oloric lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 30 pp. Malachite (12 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed whip, just in case. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his beige fur down. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born to a Courier, his mother struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Addict. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 170 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp).