Name: Owen Bernier
Race: Human
Occ: Rogue Scholar

Owen is not really the adventuring type, that is plainly visible as you size him up. Stringy, unkempt, reddish brown hair is kept short and out of the way. Likewise his stubble, sparsely spread about his face, appears to be in a state of half groomed. A tiny mustache is an after effect of being missed while shaving. Old, cheep, plastic framed glasses are constantly sliding down his nose in a constant struggle of superiority. While he is stringy as a beanstalk, there is a tone to him that speaks of many hours of labor or traveling. Well used, and comfortable clothes, speak of many hours outside of regular city life.

When it all comes together, there is no real thing that sticks out about this John Doe. That is except his near constant twitch of glancing everywhere, as if he is trying to take in the whole world at the same time. An old suit of Urban Warrior armor, muddy green in color, has truly seen better days as hasty different colored patches tend to give it an odd camouflage look. His only real armament seen is what appears to be an old Colt .45 on his hip.