Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'0". She dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a red coat with tan slacks, and her gloved hand is found clutching a mace. Her hair is brown and very short. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Fletcher. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Sarai was born with her mother's beautiful face. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Sarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She has shaved her head bald. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is mildly Elf supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She was granted psionic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He wears a blue tunic with white highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of sais, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He struck the Blacksmith job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Antagonistic. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.