Description: He tends to wear a large red jacket. His fur, while still mostly yellow, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the east. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and is pretty ugly. His brown hair is braided into rings. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A freak accident while working with his Fletcher father left him crippled. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Morgran was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he dresses like a well dressed Spy does. His gold crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Mehen hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Spy. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1700 pp. Iolite (30 gp). Jade (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Hematite (16 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Fire opal (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Rose (30 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears just a grey suit. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This light-skinned male is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. 6 Acid flasks.