They have come from all over the universe for a chance to become the poker champion. From an initial start of 2000 players they have been whittled down to this, the final table.

The genius; this guy has a brain like a Texas Instruments calculator. He does win percentages to three decimal points in his head. It's not that he isn't shaving for superstitious reasons it is just that he is too busy formulating probability algorithms to do anything else.

The Cyclops; he is as stupid as he looks. Hell, sometimes he even forgets to look at his cards and gets excited and goes all in. However it is impossible to tell what he has and he has incredible lucky streaks. But mind his temper, some players will even flip him a few chips to keep him from going postal when he is down.

The Wiz, this guy is superstitious in the extreme. His bets follow an arcane system of calculation based on esoteric omens. The sorcerer can win big and lose big just as easily.

The Stoner; his devil may care relaxed attitude has taken him far. An passive aggressive playing style and lapses in attention to the game sometimes drive his opponents wild. His relaxed play is interrupted only by the occasional insane case of the munchies.

The Alien, don't let his love of the human drink called beer fool you, this creature plays with a Zen-like understanding of the game. The opposition speculates variously that he is using mind control, x-ray vision or perhaps alternative time space warp bubbles to cheat. The fact is he just happens to be good.