Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His silver eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. Blue sapphire (1000 gp). Blue sapphire (1000 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp).

Description: He wears a grey tunic with blue highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly hand crossbows and hammers. He has wavy white hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Reynard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Reynard liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Criminal record, Guardian, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 150 gp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Taklinn was born with his father's beautiful face. When Taklinn reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Taklinn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Golden pearl (130 gp). Hematite (10 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'1". He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. His orange fur is singed and shortened. He has green eyes and a violet hat with a grey feather.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A freak accident while working with his Servant mother left him crippled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is content; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.