Description: This western man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He works hard and plays hard.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Gilthur was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Map Maker. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Depressed, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

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

Description: He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

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 is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born into a rich family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His brown fur is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Smoking embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Priest work with an outfit from a few towns over. Priest work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf 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. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Eiravel never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Alexandrite (300 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His black fur is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Lone is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Extrovert, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 cp.