Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries a battered club and tarnished axe as well. He has styled his lavender fur well, parting it to the left. His eyes are yellow and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tricking fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'11". He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down. His blue hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. After coming to the age of reason, Purson took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His brown hair is thinning but still full. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 290 gp. Citrine (20 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Jade (70 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He takes great joy in being the best Ploughman in town.

History: Beloril was born the youngest of three triplets. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His purple hair is smooth and relatively long. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Nicor is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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. During his travels, Nicor and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nicor discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nicor fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 800 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.