Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Bilbron is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Bilbron took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He struck the Fisher job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is greedy

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears dull red sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortbow, just in case. He has styled his yellow fur well, parting it to the right. His yellow eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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. Smoking fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his right hand. He wears his cinnamon fur up. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. After coming to the age of reason, Left-Handed took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair is still thick. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Through the years after Thorpe was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Thorpe's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.