Though he stands just over three feet tall, this halfling seems to exude strength and power. A battleaxe nearly the length of his body is strapped to his back and a handaxe hangs from each of his sides.

Bran raised himself on the streets on Kingstown. The streets were no place for a halfling with no family, but Bran was tough, even for an orphan boy. Though naturally friendly, those who chose to take advantage of his small size often found themselves on the receiving end of an anger that shouldn't have fit in a body so small. Despite what was ostensibly his family, a ragtag band of orphans and thieves formed in the alleyways of the downtrodden city, Bran always felt empty and alone. Though he had never met another halfling, he heard that there were many like him across the sea. His halfling bones always longed for the warmth and comfort of hearth and home. Bran used the deep seated anger at growing up without a family to carry him through to adulthood, until one day the opportunity to sail back across the sea presented itself. He jumped onto the first ship he saw and never looked back.