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Berg comes from a small house surrounded by Vineyards (how cliche) somewhere in the states. Don't bother asking him where, Geography was never his forte. Nor Maths... Nor history. Which is a shame considering how much he wants to be a Museum curator. But perhaps age will sort him out.

Regardless, Berg Pause is a lanky sort of fellow who likes to be friends with as many as he can. With a crop of brown hair and a absent minded gaze. Unless it's somethign shiny. Greed will inevitable his downfall, alongside his overdramatic flair when faced with stressful situations.

Beyond that there's not a whole let to say. Enjoy the company of this oddity, just don't ask complex questions.

Berg drops his bag at his feet as he enters the camp. He scratches his head and looks around, trying to discern where to go now. He picks the bag up again and wanders down towards people, or what look like people. He could be totally wrong of course, they could be gremlins or some such thing.

OOR: Guess who's shit at intros: Me! I'll probably update this as time goes or something.