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 wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is brown and curly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. The war was a terrible time for him, and Whurbin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born into a rich family. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 160 pp. White opal (400 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Sard (30 gp). Peridot (30 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His beige fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Seven embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. 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, Seven is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Butcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Seven and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown tunic with tan highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'0" when asserting himself. His black hair is still thick. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His childhood dream was to be a Stableman, but he was a colossal failure. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 sp.