Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, marred by beers. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Takra took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Aquamarine (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'10" and is dressed in an above average manner. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. 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 was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Varis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his glaive, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Revenge; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His cinnamon fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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: Tabaxi compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 80 pp.