Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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's attracted to the PC; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Opinionated, Athletic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Varis's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born in the east to a Cartwright, Varis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Dagger was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Dagger's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has a hunchback. His black hair is cut short. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Himo took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. Being a Bather kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Red garnet (70 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp).