Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a yellow collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born in the east. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Glassblower. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished crossbow as well. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Erdan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is an amazing painter.

History: Born in the north to a Glassblower, Erdan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a glassblower and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 800 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination and is in decent physical shape. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Naal will drive conversation. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his violet robe and has his whip always slung over his shoulder. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Eiravel was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 600 gp.