Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white fur. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a hunchback. His white fur is singed and shortened. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Bookbinder father left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He got into the Carpenter business at a young age. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anverth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: Purah lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her childhood dream was to be a Adventurer, but she was a colossal failure. She struck the Apothecary job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: This man is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his left hand. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Left-Handed's homeland. Left-Handed decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor, marred by teas. Her head has been shaved. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Hadwisa isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Racist. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: She wears bulky violet painted plate armor. She wears her chestnut hair down. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Addict, Selfish. Bonds: Slave, Military, In love. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: This malnourished man is typically in his Engraver uniform. His hair is brown and very short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Engraver. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Engraver for hire.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 500 sp. Hematite (12 gp).

Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She dresses like a well dressed Unemployed does. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She wears her silver hair down. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Her druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Unemployed for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: 5'11" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She wears a white collared shirt and tan skirt. She accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. 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, Zagga is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born in a small desert village. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 110 gp.