Description: He wears a tan shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly morningstars and halberds. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After months of barely getting by, Fabien managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black fur is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jet (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Coral (60 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Emerald (900 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).

Description: She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly kukris and shortbows. Her purple hair is lengthy. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born in the north. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. After months of barely getting by, Markosian managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, she made her way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Has a crush, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. Black pearl (1100 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He carries with him a set of halberds, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 120 pp. Jet (130 gp).

Description: He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. He is a great chef.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 gp.