Description: He wears a white feathered hat and white clothes, and carries crossbows. He sports a flattop hair cut. His ears are large.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Baz's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Baz fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: He wears dull brown sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed spear, just in case, and carries spears. His auburn hair is braided into rings. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born into a rich family. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Harbek took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

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 long black hair reaches down to his waist. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 83. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Sculptor business.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She has dyed her greying cinnamon fur a little too much giving a sharp cinnamon color. Her yellow eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Left-Handed was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. Left-Handed was born on a far southern forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Shipwright. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a husky woman, who dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She has moderate length cinnamon fur. Her eyes are likewise copper. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. 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. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.