Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly whips and kukris. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mayor. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He found a children's book about a Gnome Cleric who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He's also a talented Butcher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 30 gp. Silver pearl (120 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat, and carries tridents. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Fenriz was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is brown and very short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Religious, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his trident. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His fur is yellow and very short. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kite isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the east. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 40000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.