Description: He has a missing left leg. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Healer. He has shaved his head bald. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. The war was a terrible time for him, and Berrian does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Berrian reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He became a Healer soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He has blue eyes and a black hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His childhood dream was to be a Performer, but he was a colossal failure. Now he works as a dancing tutor during his time off.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his broad blue hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Gennal was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Gennal decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Gennal was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.