Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His cinnamon fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tree isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He became a Shipwright soon after.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered white stockings, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: The child of a Unemployed, who enjoyed hunting, Gilthur was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Gilthur took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gilthur fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: This western man wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. His clothes are grease stained in places. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed grey hat.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Sellsword for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears a violet collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'5" when asserting himself. He has a very tight haircut. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. After coming to the age of reason, Gimurt 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. After a long history of fighting, Gimurt and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Anselm was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Brewer, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Flaws: Sensitive, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 200 sp.