Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His beige fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He takes great joy in being the best Sellsword in town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Barrister. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1800 sp. Pink pearl (70 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp).

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He carries a battered spear and tarnished scimitar as well. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Blacksmith. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has achieved small success as a Blacksmith.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Dreali wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Dreali was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 2400 gp. Carnelian (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He married young, but lost his spouse to dire rats. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Pikar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Flaws: Mundane, Fearful, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His gray fur has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp.