Darrian - Welcome In

Darrian is four characters: Darrian Chill, A 5' 7" white Angora anthro guy with hazel eyes. Timothy Wall, a 5' 5" orange Tabby anthro guy with green eyes. Dimetra Firah, a 5' 9" black Bombay anthro girl with blue eyes. Larry Dojimi, a 5' 7" white Turkish Van girl with brown eyes.

Darrian, also known as Darry, is the bartender for the Pilfering Paw. He's a soft-spoken and calm man, his job as 'quest-giver' in the theft ring the Paw bar hides, having made him more calm when talking to new people. He enjoys bartending normally, light banter, and a fight every once in a while, giving him an excuse to not hide his actual trained strength. He's a simple man, with a simple taste in men and women, and he's not shy about flirting with those is finds interesting. He dislikes drunkards and braggarts, typically sending those types to be beaten down by Larry or Dimmy.

Timothy, also known as Timmy, is the ringleader of the theft ring behind the Pilfering Paw, having bought the bar with invested cash and hired all of the main four, while roping in other people to do the dirty work of actual theft. He's jittery and brash, typically avoiding small talk and getting right to whatever point needs to be made, even at the loss of relationships. He despises flirting, finding it uncomfortable and unnecessary, labeling himself as Asexual.

Larry, known only as Larry, isn't assigned a real role besides taking money from the many cats roped into the theft ring and selling them minor outfits from her collection. She's a former Yakuza member, making her missions few and far between, but lucrative and dangerous when they do arrive. She spends most of her time getting into fights, betting on fights, and starting fights over games of pool. She's loud and boisterous, not caring who he's talking to as she believes herself above just about anyone... except Dimmy.

Dimetra, also known as Dimmy, is the muscle of the group for a reason. She's a trainer who came from a brutal underground fighting pit, having won nearly every match with blood on her paws. She wears scars all over, though nobody's seen most of them, given she's as closed off as they come. Her voice is tough, cold, and she only cares about training. Trying to get into a talk with her, and interrupting her usually large dinners, is a one-way trip out the door with a broken jaw. It's unknown if she cares for love, given how many have eaten a KO punch in trying.