Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (10 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He carries a battered pickaxe and tarnished whip as well. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 180 pp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his broad yellow hat.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Cook but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nicholas fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 120 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: He wears a yellow vest and prefers red and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is physically well-built. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Hunter, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 24000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.