Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light red in addition to tight pants. His black hair is long and unkept. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has a crush on the local crown-heir

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and tends to wear a large brown jacket. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Rurik hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He's also a talented Adventurer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and balancing his hectic life and new doctor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His cinnamon fur is long and unkept. His eyes are yellow and catlike.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Skirt isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Skirt was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1400 gp. White pearl (50 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is wearing a long, brown cloak, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. A true patriot, Gimurt would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Gimurt was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Masseuse. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.