Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a fancy green suit. He wears his yellow fur up. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he sports yellow clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and is pretty ugly. His lavender fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He uses divination through singing.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Kite took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp. Pink pearl (130 gp). Citrine (60 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has brown hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Raer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Malachite (13 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). Red garnet (70 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears baggy tan pantaloons and a grey scarf. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He has hazel eyes and a tan hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a server and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his red hair up. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Nazdûg liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a quarterstaff and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 gp.