Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He takes great joy in being the best Architect in town.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Guard, but he was a colossal failure. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: She wears a yellow tunic with tan highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around her shoes, and she perpetually has her mace ready. Her long chestnut hair reaches down to her waist. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naivara fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man very much looks the part of a Bowyer. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Kugáluga was born with his father's beautiful face. Kugáluga abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Religious, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. A true patriot, Warryn would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Warryn took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Nature, In love. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She carries a battered hammer and tarnished sai as well. She has styled her red fur well, parting it to the right. She is baby faced.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-brother.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her mother worked until she suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. She had to support her now crippled mother and took her mother's old job. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She sports blonde long hair. Her gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Melissa abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a simple brown robe with white stripes complete with hood. He keeps his cinnamon fur in a flapper bob. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Barrister profession.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has worked as a Sellsword like his mother before him.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small violet hat.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. After months of barely getting by, Theriatis 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. He has dyed his greying red fur a little too much giving a sharp red color. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. Now he works as a poetry tutor during his time off.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 30 gp. White pearl (110 gp).