Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze, and carries warhammers. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Server born in the past three hundred years. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Dreali is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Server work with an outfit from a few towns over. Server work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Server soon after.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 12000 sp. Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his youth he was a Spice Merchant, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 500 gp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Sard (20 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has wavy brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Ugly. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is cut close to his head. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Hematite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'2" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born into a rich family. 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1500 gp.