Description: He prefers to wear flannel, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. He has shaved his head bald. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 9000 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His fur is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Bather business at a young age. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has worked as a Bather like his father before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bather responsibilities is difficult; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp).

Description: He usually wears his white robe and has his longbow always slung over his shoulder. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Locksmith profession.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His childhood dream was to be a Locksmith, but he was a colossal failure. Being a Marshal kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To be a Locksmith again.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a simple violet robe with pastel stripes complete with hood. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He tends to his Shipwright job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 pp. Rose (30 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.