Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His black fur is thinning but still full. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Fragrant reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Climber’s kit.

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 suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Spice Merchant arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Moss agate (14 gp). Onyx (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tattered old clothes. He wears his yellow fur down. 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 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. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His first spouse was a Engraver, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (30 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2000 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in the south to a Tailor, Bucklal learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He has achieved small success as a Tailor.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Priest; and balancing his hectic life and new tailor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Cook. Her tied-back hair is golden. She has a dull look in her gray eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 35. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 800 gp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Star ruby (1100 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Sard (60 gp). Coral (50 gp).

Description: This malnourished man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is thinning but still full. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his feathered blue hat.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Pog was born the youngest of three triplets. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Shipwright and was forced into it by his family.

Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Family, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, blue shirt, and white tie. His crest, while still mostly bronze, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She keeps her gray fur in a pixie cut. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Jeweler born in the past three hundred years. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Jeweler arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and expand his business

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.