Description: He is a mite stocky and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 40 pp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Jet (120 gp).

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 long and unkept. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Forgetful. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Delg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dwarves in Delg's homeland. Delg decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: 4'10" and muscular, this northern man wears a red collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered yellow stockings. His red fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp.