Description: 4'2" and muscular, this southern man likes to wear brown tank tops with grey pants. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Whurbin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Whurbin was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 170 gp. Sard (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and carries daggers. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He uses divination through 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 always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Peter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 350 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries a battered greatsword and tarnished trident as well. He has wavy golden hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Adrik was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spy and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His fur is cinnamon and very short. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the east were limited. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Dalgal is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1900 sp. Golden pearl (120 gp).