Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His black fur is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise yellow. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Seven grew up listening to his father's many stories. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Violet garnet (700 gp). Jade (50 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His fur is black and curly. His ears are large.

Personality: Great is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Great was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with a cold

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 wears his silver hair down. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Vanuath's homeland. Vanuath decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished warhammer as well. He wears a colorful flower in his blue crest. He has red eyes.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Vrondiss took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vrondiss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.