Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Adventurer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Harvest was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Adventurer. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 120 pp. Blue quartz (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Red garnet (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Hematite (12 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

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. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Racist. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His long white fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his copper eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Edge isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. Edge 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 wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1600 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears an entirely yellow suit with red socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His crest is rusty and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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, Dadalan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 30 gp.