Description: He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, and he perpetually has his flail ready. He wears his beige fur down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His hair is short and red. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Nim abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This northern man is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. His clothes are grease stained in places. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bowyer born in the past three hundred years. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Barfa 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 bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Alexandrite (1100 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Guardian, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.