Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He is physically well-built. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 6'5", this woman prefers to wear brown clothing when she does not wear armor. She has no fur. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. A freak accident while working with her Hunter mother left her crippled. She bought a greataxe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His brown hair is still thick. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Raer was born the youngest of three triplets. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. Jet (110 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His green crest is long and unkept. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Valorean alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To protect his home; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Enemies, Guardian. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 gp.