Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Gomory was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Gomory's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears an entirely blue suit with green socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Gifted from a young age, Bilbron studied abroad. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 30000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 3'2" and tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is red and curly. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Boddynock was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Roofer. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Healer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Roofer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears baggy black pantaloons and a brown scarf, and carries sais. His cinnamon fur, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. 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 giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Five fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His brown fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the west. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1800 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (70 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.