A tall heavily bearded man enter the labyrinth. He is wearing a chainshirt and a shield hang on his back. A cruel morgningstar hang by his belt, and a dozen of javelins on his back. On his chest rest a a green gauntlet symbol, the proof of his worship of Bane, The Tyran.

A human garbed in adventurer's clothing stands before you. Attached to his belt is a pouch of spell components, and a bag full of strange powders and various arcane writings.

A human looking fellow with red hair walks in, a crossbow on his hip with a few bolts. He wears a travelers outfit and carries a spear in hand.

A blonde long haired elf walks in.
Dress in Chain shirt with bow on his back.

Cheros entered the Labyrinth carrying Cooper, his hawk, on his shoulder. There was a special reinforced area of the leather armor made just to take the dig of talons. Cheros's almond-shaped eyes took in all the sights around him, but he merely tightened his grip on his shortspear & checked his belt to make sure his darts were at hand. He strode forward, ready to make a name for himself in the Colossuem.

Peep Eep enters the Labyrinth with a large smile in the face, he starts to look at everyone, laughing at them or just pointing them out and run. The little pixie guy (his height is about 2' 5'') with unusual funky hair was dress in light brown and green clothing, it looks like he just gets out of a forest or something like that (he still has some leaves in the air). He walks on the place with a bag really too big for him and begins to make jokes to people around him. He really seems funny, but a little sneaky and weird. He intercepts a waitress and looks like he tells her a secret. To those who are enough close to him, you probably hear in a strange little low child voice: " Hum, madam, is there anyone I can easily beat here ? "
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A half-orc enters the Labyrinth.  He wears plain peasant's clothes, and has two spears-- one long and one short.  His skin is pebbly and rough, and almost has a silver-ish sheen to it.

A figure walks into the Labyrinth. He looks to be human, but 2 things are 'off' about him: he is impossibly thin, to the point of starvation for a normal person. And he has an air of cruelty about him, as if everyone he meets is below him.

He wears scale mail, set in an uneven yet striking pattern, and has a beautiful greatsword strapped across his back.

A strange and bizare creature enters the Labyrinth. He looks like a man in a large white robe that reach the ground. Something special, the creature seems to fly and makes no sound while walking. When we past near him, we can feel the cold of a horrible winter night on our skin. When we try to look his face, it looks like a deep black silhouette with two white eyes. When we try to hear if he's talking, he only talks to himself with brutal and bloody terms. On his back, he wears a longspear and some javelins in a quiver. On his waist, a normal wodden club. He seems ready to fight and eager to crush some skulls.

As this heavily muscled orc enter the labyrinth, nobody can notice anything else than his powerful arms and battle-scarred chest. On his back lies many cheap looking javelins, and a well-used falchion is resting in his hands. He look terrifying and mighty but as the waitress apear he gently ask '' Food for Crasse, plueas.'' in a little shy voice.
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AIMCU comes back into the Arena, nobody noticed he had even left.  "The arena administration has let AIMCU undergo a process called miniaturization."

It's now that you notice that the robot has been shrunken to half its original size.  Those with the ability to detect magic realize it was not a magical process.

  A man of average build covered in tattoos that are tribal in nature walks in, shirtless and wearing nothing but pants and boots. His head is shaved bald to allow for more room for the tattoos. A glint of evil can been seen in his eyes to those that can perceive it.

A gaint of a man walks in weilding a huge bastard sword on his back. Towering over most normal humans the man is obviously not a normal human, however despite his huge figure the man looks quite attractive, and speaks well for someone who looks so brutal. A breastplate covers his body as he moves about looking for a opponent to take on.

A small child walks into the Labyrinth, with black hair and pale blue eyes. He steps slowly from shadow to shadow. Actually, on second look, that's a halfling...

"ME HESTRITH!! YOU ALL DIE NOW!!!"

The minotaur bellowed as he walked into the room, carrying the strangest assortment of knives, hammers and axes a minotaur had ever been known to carry.

Entering the halls of the labyrinth, and draped within a leather cloak, a pale white kobold slinks through, watching the other gladiators carefully with a pair of grey eyes, sizing each one up in her mind.

Slung behind her back and over her cloak, she carries a crossbow, kept in place with a leather strap around her shoulder.  The cloak covers much of the kobold, but the brilliant glint of metal armor can be noticed just under her neck.  And even though the rest of her equipment remains underneath, suspicious bumps can be noticed at her sides in the cloak.

A weak, almost frail looking human woman of dark hair and aristocratic features picks her way in, swathed in robes of purple and black. Using her quarterstaff as a walking stick, she hardly seems fit for such a place, save for the intense look in her eyes. Her only other armament seems to be a sling with its pebble pouch at her belt. At either hip, a pouch rests, undoubtedly carrying things she may need to access in a hurry.

The newcomer to the labyrinth was an odd sight. His flesh was metal and stone. The only things visible on him where a small pouch on his hip and a dagger on the other. For such an imposing figure he was surprisingly not well armed. His eyes glowed a deep violet behind some kind of gem lenses and he walked in almost complete silence even given his metal body. He strode to the midst of whatever group may be gathered and spoke in a voice that sounded as if the words were formed from grinding and clashing stones; I am Requiem and I will be accepting all reasonable challenges frm this day forward. May we meet in battle soonHe then camly strode to one corner and observed motionles and tireless stopping to niether eat drink or rest.

Wino Jack stumbles into the labyrinth, reeking of alcohol.  His bloodshot eyes took in the new environs carefully, as if he were trying to memorize where everything and everyone in the room was at the moment.  Then, with the slow and deliberate movements one only sees with the truly drunk, he walked to the far wall.  All of a sudden, he fell to the ground almost as if all the bones in his body had dissolved in an instant; however, with a twist at the last second, he came to rest in a perfect lotus position, seeming as though he were perfectly sober and clear of mind.  Smiling widely at the other men, he took a swig from a bottle that somehow materialized in his hands.  His scruffy, week-old beard was at odds with his perfectly shaven head, and his strangely clean clothes, which were loose, plain cotton. "So, did anyone else mistake this place for a bar?"

Standing two feet tall, the tiny creature resides in the only place she thinks no one would find or bother her; among the local shrubbery, her dark brown cloak helping her fade into almost nonexistence.  The cloak covers her entire body, making it impossible to see what is underneath, though she wears her hood down for now.

A chainmail clad woman strides purposefully into the labyrinth. Her coif lowered, she scans the room. Her long platinum hair blew softly from a slight breeze as she looked over the other contestants, sizing them up. Shifting slightly, she tightened her grip on her sword - longer than most would have expected her to be able to use one handed - and raised her shield slightly.

"My Lord will not be pleased with what I have to report back to him," she sighed, glancing around the room. Those paying close enough attention notice a chain hanging round her neck, a silver lightning bolt mostly hidden beneath her armor.

Short behind Katherine, a powerful man strode in. His hair was golden, cropped short. Armorless, his chest was completely uncovered, revealing a pair of brilliant wings behind him. His face was rugged, yet beautiful. His chiseled abs and large pecs glistened in the low light as he walked, confidently up to Katherine, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Do not judge them - you have not had their life."

A lone Elf stands alone in the corridor of the mighty labyrinth.  His silver hair and violet eyes glimmer in the torchlight.  Wearing but the lightest of silk cloaks and armed with simply a wand he appears unprepared for the dangers that lurk ahead.

Yet another elf strides quietly into the Labyrinth. Yet this one stands apart from th others. He has a longbow and several quivers and war paint on his face. He looks around the area and quickly moves to a corner without a word.

And yet another Elf enters the Labyrinth. Clad in a Mithril Chain shirt, composite longbow and 2 quivers, he looks around taking in his surroundings.