Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 pp. Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Junk Dealer; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (170 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He tends to wear a pastel poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Ahvain alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eye agate (10 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Amber (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.