A tall elf man, red haired and well built. His body is scarred in many places, and bears tattoos to commemorate victories, losses, and fallen comrades. His left arm has several rings of elvish lettering, those who can read it would recognize them as names.
Though roughened from hard conflict, his slim hands still show a nimble grace.
Though clothing depends on the situation, his most ubiquitous garb will always be his armor. A brigandine of green dyed leather. It is composed of four long, overlapping leather panels. They wrap around his back and fasten in the front, where they curve upward, so that they form a series of V shapes where they meet.
A leather skirt of similar construction hangs down, but only covers the front of his thighs.
The top panel has a pair of pauldrons. A high collar of steel wraps around the back of the neck and is fastened to both leather and pauldrons by leather straps.
There are steel plates hidden under the leather, but evidenced by bronze studs that hold them in place.
Under this is gray cloth armor, with short sleeves and chainmail in the under arms.
He has high leather boots with steel plates at the shins, and green leather bracers.

Badlander - You are hardened by your time in the Badlands. Murder, theft and betrayal are all too familiar to you. You have seen the rocky, arid valleys and plains with their carefully guarded fields of poppy plants. You know to stay away from Devenshire in the North least you be chased by the ghostly hunters that patrol the area. You have seen the open ocean from the narrow sandy beach of Sandstone or the towering cliffs surrounding it. You have been chased out of the Great Forest by Centaurs in the South and been chased away by patrols from Iron Harbor in the East. You know to stay away from Gracehaven where many a bandit has turned up mysteriously missing or the walled fortress city of North of Summer. Monsters hunt you during the night and men hunt you during the day. Starvation and exposure are just as likely to kill the unwary with little shade during the day and freezing temperatures at night. When 'civilized' people tell you they've had a bad day, you scoff.

Survivalist - Able to live off the land.

Knowledge (Badlands)

A rather untrustworthy, mischievous even, outwards appearance does not assist this man's attempt at reformation, with many assuming Eomer to be a common ruffian in some poorly thought out disguise. Scars litter his lower arms and the majority of his legs, small nicks here and there from sword blades mixed in with the occasional horn or tooth mark from the wildlife native to the Badland Wastes.

A rather serious young man, presenting a rather cold demeanor and, on the rare occasion, a dry (often dark) humour. To all but a few of the guild he keeps to himself, doubly so regarding his past with only a few of the more senior members knowing, even fewer willing to mention it to the others.

The capacity to commit atrocities still runs cold through his blood, now also accompanied by an understanding of guilt and regret which keep this part of Eomer in check. Two aspects of his personality that have remained wholly unchanged however is his loyalty to his 'family', and his deep desire for wealth (albeit this time, the desire to acquire it legally).

As somewhat of an isolationist, partly through choice and partly through distrust from other members, Eomer spends the majority of his free time either maintaining or repairing damaged equipment (his Brigadine or Sword Staff mostly, or even the equipment of his guild-mates as a kind gesture) or exploring the surrounding city for leisure, both those approved of by society and those less so.

Background: (revealed as the story progresses, as Eomer grows to trust those who surround him)

Lowlander - As a Lowlander, you live under the rule of the madmen of the South; the Caerbean city state. There are no Lords in the Lowlands. Those who rule over the land tend to stay to themselves so long as the taxes are paid. They ride out on occasion from their keeps to start a fight or to chase off the more dangerous monsters to come out of the swamps. For the most part, the Lowlands takes care of itself with many adventure and mercenary guilds protecting the lands and patrolling the trade lanes. Any Lowlander knows the insults - Caerbeans call you too weak while Kingslanders call you uneducated. But there are many more of you than there are of them. In all, life is decent here. Food is cheap, work is plentiful and tradesmen always have money to spend on your services.

Bow Expertise - Trained and skilled in the use of a bow. Not considered encumbered when using hunting or light bows. Does not apply to long and war bows.

Paralyzing Agent - May be applied to a weapon or directly to an open wound. On a successful hit, causes target creature to lose one point of Initiative temporarily. The effect lasts until the creature rests and is cumulative. Four charges for each small jar.

A generally friendly and outgoing young man, there is little Loran enjoys more than making and spending time with his friends and going on adventures around town. If you ever need a helping hand, this guy will always be ready to lend one, though chances are that he might only make the situation worse, not intentionally! Trouble just seems to follow him around in the form of blundered words, trusting shady characters, looking for an adventure to cure boredom and actions that aren’t completely thought through.

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One of his Grandparents were high nobles from Hecate, an important person of position and wealth. All was lost when they mingled with a Caerbean woman. Ezlan does not know the full extent of this story but blame of his families poverty and struggles have fallen to the uptight laws and law keepers of the Hecate.
Two generations later Ezlan, a proud follower of the storm maiden, a bringer of chaos and a notorious brawler from the docks, is interested in his family history. But to learn of such he must first make a name for himself.

Currently residing in Caerbea and calling it home, a fair amount of his childhood and past struggles occurred in the Iron Harbour. Growing up there he fought, fought a lot. He still proudly wears the scars to prove it. While he enjoys a good skirmish, his blood often boils intently with rage.
It was there, because of this, lost in a blind rage he accidentally murdered his best friend during a petty brawl.

It was a life changing moment that sent him to the church to study and grow. Eventually he found his way back to the path of the Storm maiden, became a great dock hand, was good at entertaining company and quite a knowledgeable story teller. But his short temper, violent tendencies and highly competitive reckless streaks caused him to be cast out time after time. The same reasons he has held so few friends or lovers long term.

Despite being a keen brawler and always eager for a fight he is also quite intelligent.
He has a wide curiosity and a special interest in history and biology, wanting to expand on what he learnt at the church. As such he enjoys reading and collecting.
It is that curiosity that drew him to the sea and docks where he could meet interesting people and learn their tales.
For this he has many stories to share and a knack for telling them.
His favourite stories are of history, battle or feats of strength and ingenuity. He incorporates these lessons and other gained knowledge into his fighting style to gain every advantage he can.

He is almost as good as aiding the injured as he is at injuring people.
Helping is now in his nature, and while he tries to be content with what he has, deep inside he has always had a yearning for more. To be something more. A feeling or desire to be destined for some sort of greatness. He constantly tries to prove his worthyness to himself and the Storm Maiden who guides his path.

Having always operated well within the boundaries of the law, Nem maintains that she has no great secrets to hide and the young tiefling is fairly forthcoming when asked about her past.

Born in a small hamlet on the outskirts of Bloodstone, Nem says that she has spent her life traveling back and forth across the Swamp Road, venturing into the wilderness itself as required to complete a posted bounty. Despite her growing absence from the town, she remains a well-known face in the settlement proper, having brought back the head of more than one infamous bandit, marauding monster, or rogue mercenary.

When asked how she chose her profession, she shrugs her shoulders and says that she was simply following in the footsteps of her father, a talented bounty hunter in his own right. A natural, Nem took quickly to the trade of hunting men in service of the law and under the stern tutelage of her father, in short order, she managed to establish herself as a preeminent seeker of fugitives and wielder of sharp, deadly blades. Patting the brutal looking sword slung over her shoulder, she cheerfully reports that it was her old man himself that taught her the ways of Sword Dancing and the finer aspects of armed combat.

At the urging of her ailing father, Nem eventually elected to pursue alternative means of employment. Leveraging her reputation as an tireless bounty hunter and fearsome combatant Nem secured the favor of an esteemed Highlander Steward and entered into the service of one, Steward Miles Ruadh of Grey Mountain, around her twentieth year, serving as his personal bodyguard until his untimely death from a respiratory illness at the impressive age of seventy five.

Finding herself without a master, rather than pursuing employment with another person of importance Nem decided to venture forth into the realms of Terrenum. Through a series of modestly successful adventures, Nem made her way to the Lowlands where she fell in with the Shield Brethren in search of a gold, food, and adventure.

Special Rules:

Heavy Armor Training: May use heavy armor without penalty.

Heavy Shield Training: May use heavy shields without penalty.

Stalwart: Does not suffer the usual moral damage from Assault actions. Immune to Terrify.

Armor Mastery: May re-roll failed armor saves.

Low light vision: Can see in dim or dark conditions provided there is some light. Has trouble adjusting to a rapid shift in brightness.

Kolrim stands at four feet and ten inches and is nearly as wide as he is tall. His frame is heavily packed with muscle and littered with scars both large and small. A few of which were from his life prior to Terrenum. His skin, where it is not scarred, is weathered and worn. Most would guess his age to be in the 40s or early 50s. His hands are extrememly calloused from many years of hard larbor. He has a large black beard that goes past his belt buckle. His hair is also long, reaching to his shoulders, but not nearly as long and luxurious as his beard. His eyes are a granite gray in color and his gaze is often just as hard as the stone.

Kolrim came to Terrenum 100 years ago, and like all Outsiders, has a bad case of amnesia regarding who he was prior to coming to this land. His particular case was bad enough that he still cannot recall his clan name (though he somehow knows he had a clan). This has been the cause for a great deal of stress for him at times as he feels somehow compelled to reconnect to this 'clan'. Not knowing anything about it besides that he called it a clan mid-conversation has provided him very little in the way of leads. He has spent over fifty years questing for a way to go back to wherever it is he came from and has traveled far and wide in search of answers. But all of his efforts have come to naught. He stopped actively searching for a way to return decades ago and his hope of ever returning to his homeland is all but extinguished. This has caused him to slip into depression more than once, and with this year being the centennial anniversary of his arrival has put Kolrim in a more dour mood than usual. He has naturally questioned why he was yanked from his previous life to come to this land, and at one point he wondered if the non-outsiders of Terrenum may be somehow responsible for it. He determined, however, that such thoughts would do him no good. Though the seed of that pondering still lingers.

He first arrived in Terrenum in Kingsland and was taken in by a kindly peasant family there by the name of Higgs. When between leads for his quest he would stop by and check in on the family. While the original family members have all passed away now he stays in contact with their decedents, at this time is their great-great grandchildren. At first he was not sure what to do to support himself in this new world. He started with simple manual labor jobs, typically lifting, hauling, or moving materials. Some employers worried that his short stature would make him slower or weaker than others. More often than not his endurance allowed him to out perform the other workers.

After some time had passed a few sparse details have come through the haze of his memories that are more like a gut feeling than a specific recollection. He knows he is a Dwarf, and that his stature is actually on the upper side of average for his race. He knows that Dwarves are long lived (many times that of a normal human) though he does not know how long nor does he know how old he is. While working in a mine he recalled methods and practices that would enhance the efficiency of the mine's operations. Later on he realized that he had some degree of skill at melee combat and was familiar with melee weapons and armor and how to use them. In order to fund the quest he had embarked upon after he first arrived in Terrenum, Kolrim often either worked at the nearest mine in an advisory capacity or, if that was not an option, was a sellsword. Over the years he has worked as a bodyguard, caravan guard and occasionally hired on to help deal with a monster problem.

Kolrim returned to Kingsland and the Higgs family and stayed near them for several years after the end of his quest. They are only people he really cares about. However, after a time, he grew tired of the strict hierarchy and class system used in Kingsland. Being unable to improve his station in life rubbed him the wrong way so he resolved to return to the Lowlands to see if he could earn a more comfortable lifestyle there. He arrived in Gallant a few months ago and joined up with the Shield Brethren shortly thereafter.