Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. He has dyed his greying copper crest a little too much giving a sharp copper color. 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 cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

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 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Direcris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac, Lazy, Ugly. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 9000 sp. Obsidian (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with black slacks. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has amber eyes and a green hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Bagabug reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc mother 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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, Heward is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Sellsword business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Mortician, but he got bored and became a Sellsword. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His orange fur is greasy and uncared for. His yellow unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Sun embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. 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 retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1500 gp. Amber (100 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp).