Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a blue coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the left. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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 served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Halfling culture. Burto enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

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. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Insane, Racist, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and carries shortspears. He has moderate length golden hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He got into the Body Guard business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Body Guard. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Carrie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 500 sp.

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 baggy black pantaloons and a blue scarf. His auburn hair is braided into rings. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. At some point he was captured by orcs and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. 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: Anselm was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Religious, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 sp.