Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. 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. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (140 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1100 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. He has moderate length auburn hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Adventurer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Adventurer for the past few years.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (80 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (80 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Aquamarine (1100 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Peridot (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.