Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a white tunic with pastel highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. His black crest is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Salasar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Body Guard but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Salasar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has hazel eyes and a black hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Zaffrab fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is violet, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He has chestnut hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Being born in the north, 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 north 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: In love, Poor, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and prefers to wear flannel. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Thervan was born on a far southern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Seamstress. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To protect his home; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.