Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His bronze crest is smooth and relatively long. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Donaar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in the east to a Shepherd, Donaar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He struck the Shepherd job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear flannel. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He takes great joy in being the best Glassblower in town.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and green robe with the hood down. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a Mortician, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He has wavy beige fur. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Leaf embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Leaf was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Glassblower. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Buckler.