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 golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a long, tan cloak. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Percival was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 45000 sp. Moss agate (9 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp).

Description: This man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His black fur is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Moon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Moon grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Moon abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'0" when asserting himself. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. After a long history of fighting, Travok and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 3000 cp. Tourmaline (70 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he usually wears his black robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He takes great joy in being the best Fortune-teller in town.

History: Gifted from a young age, Hamil studied abroad. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Hamil alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.