Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and tan robe with the hood down. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Thamior was born with his father's beautiful face. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a kukri and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a black shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length black fur. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Windy was born the youngest of three triplets. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fletcher. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1300 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born in the north. Ar-Pratu was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Butcher. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a Sage first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He got into the Sage business at a young age. He worked as a nervous Sage and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He carries with him a set of crossbows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His fur is cut close to his head. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black pearl (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.