Description: This late middle aged woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time and is in decent physical shape. She sports a flattop hair cut. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born in the west to a Sailor, Creega learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Creega took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor she uses now. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sailor.

Motivation: To unite with her sister.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Job, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'5". He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fibblestib studied abroad. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 800 sp. Golden pearl (120 gp).

Description: She wears red leather gloves, a red jacket, and tight pants, and she perpetually has her shield ready. She wears her brown hair up. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. At a young age her mother died while driving off some gnolls. Her father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in shield use. She has dedicated herself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She has styled her chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is a Scribe first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Scribe for hire.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a longsword on his belt. His golden hair is cut short. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Rimple was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gifted student he started as a Mason, but he got bored and became a Marshal. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a mason again

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her head has been shaved. Her fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She bought a whip and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Ruler does. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. 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. Korfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Ruler responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He wears a red cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Cartwright first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Ombul hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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. He has styled his silver crest well, parting it to the left. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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. Fax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Just what you see.