Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Heian was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Bonds: In love, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries with him a set of greatswords on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His blue hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. The war was a terrible time for him, and Habor does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in the west. Habor liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He's also a talented Stableman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red garnet (50 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Amber (50 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Black star sapphire (1200 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This dark-skinned male is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born in the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his yellow fur up. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

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. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Serpent was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Racist, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.