Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His ears are large.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Dworic is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Dworic never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and green handkerchief worn on his right side. He is portly but not overly obese. He has wavy red hair. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Frouse hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'10" and muscular, this western man is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, black shirt, and green tie. His tied-back hair is white. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 84. 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 has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Diggory was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 100 gp. Coral (100 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north to a Shepherd, Aramil learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Shepherd. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp.