Description: He very much looks the part of a Carpenter. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 achieved small success as a Carpenter.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Carpenter responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His fur is cut close to his head. His yellow eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Windy embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his brown hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 Tiefling in existence. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Mordai was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 pp. Carnelian (20 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 6'7". He wears professional attire. His white fur is knotted and matted. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. A friendly and beautiful Tabaxi, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 40 pp. Azurite (11 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He has moderate length red hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady black eyes.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qemuel 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; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1900 gp. Azurite (16 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Moss agate (16 gp).