Description: This malnourished man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Born to a Courier, his father struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Alvyn is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Alvyn was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Navigator. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He wears his cinnamon fur up. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: Pelt was born with his father's beautiful face. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bowyer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Stylist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Obsidian (8 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Iolite (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His cinnamon fur is unkempt and raggedy. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Two Llamas was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Two Llamas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Roofer; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 290 gp.