Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'3". He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Brewer, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. His orange fur is braided into rings. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Gifted from a young age, Trail studied abroad. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears baggy tan pantaloons and a blue scarf. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. 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 Farmer. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 2600 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His head has been shaved. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. 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, Thomas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Healer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Healer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has wavy black hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dondon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Mentor, Debt. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His white hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Foxilon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He found a children's book about a Halfling Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.