Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has dyed his greying black fur a little too much giving a sharp black color. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Art embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. 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, Art is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His brass crest is braided into rings. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Nykkan's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 190 gp. Iolite (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears professional attire. His orange fur has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

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 tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His tied-back hair is brown. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Beloril alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jacinth (3000 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Blue star sapphire (400 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. His green crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Zedaar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a Sculptor, his father struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 90000 cp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Rose (60 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Blue star sapphire (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.