Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. 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. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Aust studied abroad. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He struck the Roofer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1900 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Berrian took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.