Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fisher business.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. 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's looking for his big break; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. Hematite (14 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Black opal (1200 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Layabout. 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, Dreali is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Dreali hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. His parents were killed by gnolls in a raid when he was still a young child. The gnolls captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 300 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'11" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His tied-back hair is red. He has amber eyes.

Personality: Raer hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. After a long history of fighting, Raer and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sard (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.