Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Wymar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His fur is short and orange. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. The war was a terrible time for him, and Edge does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He carries with him a set of warhammers, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His beige fur is thinning but still full. His fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Extrovert. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: Standing 2'10", this man is typically in his Spice Merchant uniform. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Deep green spinel (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Iolite (70 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. His black crest is singed and shortened. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp.