Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and violet handkerchief worn on his right side. He keeps his red crest in a pixie cut. His fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He takes great joy in being the best Weaver in town.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 drifted from career to career and currently works as a Weaver.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a shortbow on his belt. His lavender fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tabaxis in Harvest's homeland. Harvest decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Harvest fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 500 gp. Carnelian (80 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. His crest is rusty and very short. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mercenary. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mercenary. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Major magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Theriatis was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 13000 sp. Golden pearl (70 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). White opal (600 gp). White opal (600 gp). Hematite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'11" and muscular, this southern man wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a quarterstaff, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small green hat.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.