Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear brown tank tops with black pants and is in decent physical shape. He has done his best to style his purple hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born into a rich family. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Family, Rich, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. White pearl (130 gp). Citrine (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His red hair is singed and shortened. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Forcas was born the youngest of three triplets. Through the years after Forcas was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Forcas's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Forcas and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 gp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Amber (130 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has styled his beige fur well, parting it to the right. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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 bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: Immeral is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mortician and was forced into it by his family; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp.