Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He is physically well-built. His hair is brown and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. During his travels, Vassago and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Vassago discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Vassago fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has styled his brass crest well, parting it to the right. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ildrex does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Ildrex reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn 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 has worked as a Butcher like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 900 gp. Sard (20 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Red spinel (80 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Percival was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Percival was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Spice Merchant. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Quick has worked very hard to control his curse. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp.