Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull tan iron scale mail. Her fur is cut close to her head. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Weaver born in the past three hundred years. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. As a very small child her family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. Her mother, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect her and cast a teleportation spell that whisked her away. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This western woman does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her head has been shaved. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a Barkeep, her mother struggled to pay the bills. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 800 sp. Coral (60 gp). 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is typically in her Architect uniform. Her golden hair is cut short. Her brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She is an amazing painter.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.