Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a black costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished lance as well. His white hair is cut short. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Thervan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Thervan has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sardonyx (20 gp). Azurite (9 gp). Black opal (1000 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Sard (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Art isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. A freak accident while working with his Bellfounder father left him crippled. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. His silver hair is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 80 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (700 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (700 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. His yellow fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is a Maurezhi in disguise. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. During his travels, Left-Handed and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Left-Handed discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Left-Handed fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Buckler.