Player #4- Chuck

The elves introduce themselves as Joel, who had been the one who had offered to take them to their boss, and Craleeti, the one that seemed the most distrusting. They quickly brought Chuck through the casino that was crowded with well dressed elves, men, and women. It seemed out of place, to have an establishment this fancy in a city that seemed so poor. Chuck noticed that there was nobody but elves, humans, and a single dwarf who was shouting at a slot machine in another language that Chuck had never heard. Finally, they took Chuck to a small room in the back of the casino. 

"Aaahhhhh... welcome to my office friend. I'm Mateel! How can I help you?" said a smiling elf with slick blonde hair and a tuxedo. Joel left the room as quickly as he'd entered it, yet Craleeti stayed in the room. It seemed like Craleeti was the superior of the two. "This man claims to be a Zambian envoy," said remaining bodyguard dryly.

"Aaahhhh... it is been so long since I have seen a Zambian. I just got off of the phone with a man from Zambia telling me to expect a Zambian diplomat to come here. You have the package... correct? For Kleesh?" the blonde elf gestured to the brown backpack. 

Player #13- CC

Unfortunately, the jeep only had two brown haired individuals, and while they both would probably enjoy a make out session with CC, the two men were probably not her type.

There were seven people in the jeep. There was the driver, who had a large hat on his head and scruffy brown hair. He looked far too drunk to be driving and barely stopped the car before it collided with a tree. 

Next to him sat an innocent looking blonde girl with sad blue eyes. Even though she was pretty, she was much younger than CC and probably wasn't even twenty years old. There was a cat sitting in her lap. 

Behind the man with the hat sat a kind looking old lady with a black sundress. She stood up in the vehicle and said, "good heavens dear! Are you all right?" Next to her sat a rough looking man with brown hair and a beard that put the jungle CC was in to shame. He had a black leather sleeveless jacket that displayed his arm's tattoos. 

There were two small red haired boys with blue jeans and yellow t-shirts that matched her surfboard. They looked completely identical down to their last freckle.

Finally, there was a women in the back of the jeep wearing a yellow t-shirt and a faded unbuttoned red jacket thrown over it. She was wearing jeans and an expensive watch on her wrist. Her wavy blonde hair fell elegantly over her shoulders and made her look beautiful. Despite her old worn out clothes, she could have been a model. She was about CC's age.