Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and he perpetually has his club ready. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a Stylist first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. A true patriot, Berrian would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 pp. Hematite (11 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Amber (110 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Amber (110 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Sard (70 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

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 he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to be a shoemaker again

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.