Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. He wears his brown fur up. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

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, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, blue cloak. He is physically well-built. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Barkeep first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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, Rurik is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fletcher.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.