Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Berrian was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 6000 gp. Blue sapphire (600 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. His hair is blonde and very short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 5000 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Nim was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. During his travels, Nim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Nim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Nim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1100 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears a blue vest and prefers green and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Stylist born in the past three hundred years. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He got into the Stylist business at a young age. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and many gnolls want him driven away

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

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 260 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.