Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a brown vest and prefers white and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, he is not a threatening figure. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Racist, Disease, Insane. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 pp. Solid gold idol (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is knotted and matted. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eiravel is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered music. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.