Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is scarred and worn.

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 does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Farmer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Berrian hails from a village terrorized by giants. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 7000 sp. Jet (110 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Malachite (5 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). White pearl (110 gp). Jet (110 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Thervan was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Barber. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Barber.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (20 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greatsword. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Fivin was born the youngest of three triplets. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 3000 gp. Amber (110 gp).