Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Clerebold was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses like a well dressed Glassblower does. He sports a flattop hair cut. His ears are large.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thradal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new glassblower responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 3'2", this man wears skinny pants and wears a white and black robe with the hood down. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

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 is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Entrepeneur, Logical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2100 gp. Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Malachite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Rhogar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bounty Hunter and was forced into it by his family.

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp. 3 Antitoxin. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Carpenter.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp.