Description: This malnourished man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Laborer profession.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Tharivol took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and carries scythes. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He got into the Tanner business at a young age. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 700 gp. Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: Standing 6'9", this man wears brown trousers with white and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1300 gp. White pearl (120 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy white pantaloons and a green scarf. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly maces and greataxes. His scarlet crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His red eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed white hat.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Engraver who has hired him part-time. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. Being a Engraver kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Flaws: Shy, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 600 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). Eye agate (11 gp).

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze, and carries shields. His rusty crest is still thick. His half smiles and gold eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 69. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.