Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Aura embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Aura reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He struck the Weaver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This slender woman stands about 6'3". She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her silver crest is knotted and matted. Her gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She disdains her fellow westerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a son. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, In love. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her crest, while still mostly green, has prominent grey streaks. Her half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Pyxrin speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. A true patriot, Pyxrin would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pyxrin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

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

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is dressed in an above average manner. He has styled his red crest well, parting it to the right. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Kerkad 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. During his travels, Kerkad and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Kerkad discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Kerkad fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 600 gp.