Description: He is a mite stocky and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His fur is short and beige. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Servant born in the past three hundred years. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. 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 exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 20 gp. Jasper (80 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Thamior is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 6'6". He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sai. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His white eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Euron is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Euron grew up listening to his father's many stories. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 cp.