Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'0". He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. His head has been shaved. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. 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, Gunter is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gunter was left his father'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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 29000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear flannel. He keeps his beige fur in a flapper bob. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Tree took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bounty Hunter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a hunchback. His hair is auburn and very short. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Adrik was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His hair is black and very short. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.