Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has amber eyes and a black hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He is a Stylist first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Berrian has worked very hard to control his curse. He became a Stylist soon after.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp). Black opal (900 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He wears his brown hair down. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Mantus was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Mantus liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has worked as a Junk Dealer like his mother before him.

Motivation: Revenge; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 270 gp.

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. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Healer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Healer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Healer for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tan shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has chestnut hair. He wears a mask on his face.

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 loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 100 gp.