Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 900 pp. Rock crystal (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, he is not a threatening figure. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are green.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 3000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp).