Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Hunter was born with his mother's beautiful face. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military, Guardian. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She very much looks the part of a Crown-heir. She carries with her a set of clubs on her belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. Her hair is silver and very short. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her brown eyes.

Personality: Traulam hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her painting career. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She worked as a nervous Crown-heir and found it very stressful. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand her business; and to be a hunter again

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears a grey vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her grey boots flare out at the collars. Her brown hair is heavily combed to the left. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Gillyd is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Baker arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gifted student she started as a Locksmith, but she got bored and became a Baker. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Baker for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Locksmith again.

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her glaive with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She carries with her a set of glaives on her belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. She has wavy black hair. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her martial abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.