Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Berrian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Berrian was born with his father's beautiful face. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Coral (140 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor, and is pretty ugly. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His silver hair is long and unkept. He has violet eyes and a brown hat with a white feather.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: She prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She comes from a rich western family. When Quelenna reached her early adolescence her Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Seamstress for the past few years.

Motivation: To pay off her debts; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job, Debt. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.