Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. His orange fur is greasy and uncared for. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. He carries with him a set of whips on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. His fur is short and cinnamon. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

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 white hair is still thick. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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. A true patriot, Brottor would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brottor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Koth was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he very much looks the part of a Dilettante. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has achieved small success as a Dilettante.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Half-Plate.