Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is dressed in a clean yellow cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He has worked as a Bowyer like his mother before him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 500 gp. Sard (50 gp). Malachite (8 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a pastel scarf. He is an epitome of beauty. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Passionate, Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Theriatis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp. Black pearl (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: He wears a blue broad hat and blue clothes, and carries axes. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Naal is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 260 pp. Sardonyx (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp).