Description: 5'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a white coat with tan slacks. His beige fur, when down, is lengthy. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Emerald grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. He wears his copper crest up. His ears are large.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born into a rich family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he likes to wear tan tank tops with white pants. His head has been shaved. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Ahvain's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tattered old clothes. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has achieved small success as a Mercenary.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a soapmaker again

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 pp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).

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. He has shaved his head bald. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Azdûsh's homeland. Azdûsh decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Azdûsh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Crowbar. 1 Bullseye lantern.