Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His beige fur is matted, messy, and big. His copper eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He found a children's book about a Half-Orc Bard 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 is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp. Black pearl (1100 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortbow, but if one is not available he will default to his glaive. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his glaive, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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 a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Fargrim abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is an epitome of beauty. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Tomi alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.