Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His gray fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are yellow and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice, Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Lucan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, In love, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 190 pp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and carries morningstars. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beiro 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, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Jet (60 gp).

Description: He wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'1" when asserting himself. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Skog was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Citrine (30 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Bucklal was born with his mother's beautiful face. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bucklal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 cp.