Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born to a Brewer, his father struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Radomir was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Radomir's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a black shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His face is scarred and worn.

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 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Percival 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1500 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He wears his chestnut hair down. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Mozfel was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Mozfel reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Butcher. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he's in love

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 43000 sp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. He has dyed his greying brown fur a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Flame isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Flame took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and tabaxi compassion

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp.