Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a morningstar, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his cinnamon fur up. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: Flame hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. After a long history of fighting, Flame and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Crown-heir. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He became a Crown-heir soon after.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Military, Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 Blacksmith. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Rose (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Zook is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears dull brown sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed lance, just in case. His head has been shaved. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A gifted student he started as a Body Guard, but he got bored and became a Marshal. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Selfish. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.