Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He is physically well-built. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His yellow eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Three was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and doesn't want to be a spice merchant and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and is pretty ugly. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Being a Animal Trainer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 20000 cp. Bloodstone (70 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp).

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His black hair is braided into rings. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Krusk was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Crown-heir. He has worked as a Crown-heir like his mother before him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Zircon (40 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His brown fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.