Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a tan and brown robe with the hood down. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Fibblestib was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Roofer. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 48000 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a green coat with grey slacks. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise yellow.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1300 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Corkitron reached his early adolescence his Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 70 gp. Eye agate (5 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His brown fur is knotted and matted. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Expert who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Animal Trainer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.