Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His red fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He worked as a nervous Guard and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Guard responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has amber eyes and a black hat with a green feather.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Frouse 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. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Poor, In love, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in an above average manner. He has black crest. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear yellow clothing when he does not wear armor. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are black and beady.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Adventurer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Adventurer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Adventurer soon after.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and to be a hunter again

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 gp. 3 Smokesticks. 3 Smokesticks.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed pickaxe, just in case, marred by beers. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born in 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. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Half-Plate.