Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down, and is pretty ugly. He has moderate length yellow fur. His ears are large.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fragrant does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Fragrant reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 10000 cp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a hunchback. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. 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, Marbas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Being a Fisher kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull black iron scale mail. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 6. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is black and very short. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Revenge; and many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has a very tight haircut. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 6000 sp.