Description: 5'4" and muscular, this eastern man tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears his red fur up. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When Cloud reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Soapmaker for hire.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his white eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and he has a crush on the local bookbinder

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and carries maces. His blonde hair is lengthy. His ears are large.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Immeral has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has moderate length scarlet crest. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Quarethon hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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. Quarethon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hammer.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 800 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).