Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His green crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in a small island village. 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. Donaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Donaar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. 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 is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Flask 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. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 20000 cp. Star rose quartz (70 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp).

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has no hair. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. 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 wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His brass crest is heavily combed to the right. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. A true patriot, Kiirith would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 6 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Kiirith never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1200 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.