Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Gomory hails from a village terrorized by giants. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Hematite (4 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Coral (90 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is cut short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. He has done his best to style his beige fur to look like a famous performer. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Laborer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the east to a Laborer, Sweet learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He's also a talented Tailor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 60 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has styled his black crest well, parting it to the right. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.