Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his monstrous two handed axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He has shaved his head bald. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 61. 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. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. When Bucklal reached his early adolescence his Halfling 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. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to be a guard again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

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

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white fur is lengthy. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a grey collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shoemaker.

Motivation: He is content; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Aramil lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Aramil was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1 Average lock.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longsword. He has dyed his greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Three was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (40 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (40 gp).