Description: He has a missing left leg. He usually wears his grey robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. His black hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his silver eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the south to a Fortune-teller, Mantus learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. He became a Fortune-teller soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he likes to wear grey tank tops with white pants. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 88. 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. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal 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 leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spy and was forced into it by his family; and to reunite with his absent mother

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He wears a grey vest and prefers pastel and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thervan embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sai.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 50 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (120 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly glaives and scimitars. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Being a Gardener 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's repulsed by the PC; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Military, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'3". He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. His gray fur is heavily combed to the right. He has green eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2100 sp.