Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has done his best to style his copper crest to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Dazzazn lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His childhood dream was to be a Scribe, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by his family; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with blue slacks. He is physically well-built. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barkeep hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 sp. Star ruby (1300 gp). Jet (90 gp). Jasper (40 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Armorer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the east to a Armorer, Rurik learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Gifted, Logical, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. Her chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Anbera is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Anbera was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Doctor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Doctor work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and to be a apothecary again

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (90 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (90 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1000 gp).

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown fur is still thick. This copper eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Drifting isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Drifting hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Drifting alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.