Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. His fur is gray and very short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Cloak isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Cloak grew up listening to his father's many stories. Cloak was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Cloak decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Aelar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Gnome, and stands approximately 3'6". He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He became a Gardener soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Gardener responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a tan collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has moderate length golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Whurbin was born with his mother's beautiful face. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 800 gp. Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Malachite (9 gp).