Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears an entirely yellow suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 500 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 brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Morkral was born with his father's beautiful face. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. During his travels, Morkral and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Morkral discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Morkral fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of spears on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: John is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Painter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 3'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. Gerbo is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Gerbo hails from a village terrorized by illithids. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is typically in his Dilettante uniform. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is silver and curly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Dilettante. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He tends to his Dilettante job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and balancing his hectic life and new dilettante responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 sp.