Name:
Khaz the Guard-Goat

Race:
Beastman (AKA. Mutant Human)

Appearance:
Standing over seven feet tall on cloven hooves, Khaz tends to draw the eye and a fair few muttered prayers of protection under the breaths of more... devoted religious people. A humanoid goat in appearance, Khaz is quite clearly physically imposing with the well honed muscles and scars of someone who has spent their whole life fighting battle after battle. His horns are sharp and well taken care of, through never polished enough to shine. His fur is messy and often unkempt, the only attention that it is ever given is the occasional bath to prevent himself from smelling too horrible and the occasional trim to prevent it from getting in the way.

Age:
16

Former Profession:
Hired Muscle

Skill:
Living Bulwark: When one is born cursed and reviled by many of those around you, you must either become incredibly hard to kill or die. Khaz is the former, his body easily strong enough to withstand quite a fair bit of punishment.

Strong Fighter: There is a stereotype of the 'monsterous' beastmen that all of them are physically powerful and good at fighting. This is a misunderstanding; There are weak, more scholarly beastmen... They just tend not to survive till adulthood.

Stealthy: One would think that a large humanoid goat would be difficult to miss; There are quite a few bodies in the slums that never lived to learn otherwise.

Personality:
Violent and angry at the world that hates him, Khaz is not the first person that comes to mind when they picture a member of the city guard; despite this he honestly desired to join up and to the vexing of many he has never actually explained why. Born and raised in the slums, Khaz has seen more soul crushing, harrowing sights in the shadows that anyone really has any right to bare witness to and yet he remains unbroken by it. Khaz processes both a brutal cunning and a cunning brutality combined a willingness to use both in order to get the job done and come home alive.

History:
Despite what the Mage Guild says, Magic has unintended consequences on the world. No one knows exactly how it happens or why due to the Mage Guild refusing to even acknowledge the problem and any independent researcher looking into it tends to disappear without a trace along with their notes, but there is a degree of raw, magical fallout in the world caused by the practiced usage of magic. While this fallout of magic has numerous effects on the world, its most visible is seen in the birth of the 'beastmen', children born to human parents mutated as some kind of humanoid animal. Condemned as cursed by the gods, many of these children are abandoned in dangerous places to die and in the natural course of things, most do.

Some don't.

Khaz was born in the city of Kings Knell, his goat like mutations complicating the birth and resulting in the death of his biological mother, with his biological father abandoned him in the middle of the night in the slums soon afterwards. However Khaz was found by a passing member of the Blood Maul gang, who recognized in the young infant a great deal of potential. Raised by his adoptive father Dakka, Khaz received the best education that the slums had to offer... the art of shit kicking.

When he was old enough to walk and understand, Khaz was taught by Dakka how to fight, how to take a beating and how to avoid being seen on an almost daily basis due to the man's drinking habit making him... ill tempered. The almost daily circle of abuse continued until Khaz was ten years old, when he interrupted a drunken beating by soaking his face right in the face and knocking him the hell out. Unwilling to stay in the same building as his old man anymore, Khaz left home.

Work wasn't hard to come by, since even at his young age he was rather big, strong and scary looking; Marking him as perfect hired muscle to those that would hire him for whatever ends they required. While he embraced his talents of brute force and honed his cunning, Khaz quickly found the mercenary life he was living rather... unsatisfying. He felt the strong desire to belong to a herd and while he could have joined one of the countless gangs that would have killed to have someone as strong as he was, none of them felt like they would be home...

He was an outcast in the world...

... And like all outcasts do sooner or later, he found the City Guard.

Race:
Halfling

Appearance:
Kepli is nothing special. Standard Halfling height, albeit a bit skinnier then others of his race. A tattoo covers his right arm
and continues on his hand. It has no meaning other then to look cool. Kepli can often be seen with a pipe in his mouth, puffing on
some of his own made weird substances more often then not.
A tunic, and poncho cover his chest, whilst a studded kilt offers some protection to his legs. He likes to keep at least his toes
exposed and thus wears a form of sandals.
His belt is home to several smaller alchemical instruments, needles, pouches and an ornate dagger.

Age:
32

Former Proffesion:
Drugsmaker, drugsdealer and gambler

Skills:
Alchemy/chemistry:
What started as a way to help the sick and poor in the form of making medicinal brews, quickly turned into something darker. Why
heal them so they never return? Instead, make them hooked on your product and make them return all the time! With some plants and
alchemical substances, Kepli is able to make the finest of drugs, like Ada's Breath, Trimpax and much more.
Sleight of hand:
What better to do with your hard earned cash then to gamble it away? But instead of relying on luck, Kepli took matters into own
hand. A flick of the wrist here, a unnoticeable motion there and voila! Straight Flush!
He only uses this during gambling, not for things like pickpocketing. He might not be the cleanest, but he is not a thief!

Mercantile Mind:
Having to sell your wares in a city this dangerous, one needs a quick mind. What are the best spots to sell? How do I get rid of my
competitors? What kind of person is this? How much is he willing to bend? If you want to stay in the market, it is best you learn
to answer these questions quickly. Luckily Kepli could. With his keen mind and people skills, Kepli can quickly spot a potential
customer and see exactly where most profit can be obtained.

Personality:
At first glance he can be rather eerie, simply observing his surroundings, not saying a word. But given the time, Kepli can turn
into a friendly, outgoing person who would simply love to sell you something! It is uncertain if this Halfling shows true
friendless, or merely plays the act of it.
Kepli isn't shy of trying his own stuff, which can vary his personality quite a bit.

History:
Kepli was born into a life better then most people in the city had. He had a loving mother, a caring
father, a roof above his head, good food everyday. Nothing to complain about really. His childhood was a
simple one, not much different from a normal kids life. It all really changed when Kepli decided to
pursue a career in alchemy, mainly focused on the creation of medicinal brews.

This also went rather well for Kepli. He learned how to make potions rather quickly, and he had a steady
supply of customers. For the city of Kings Knell was never short of sick or hurt people. There was but
one problem with this. Kepli didn't discriminate his customers, and thus he was often brought into
contact with the darker and shadier people. Through dark whispers and manipulation, Keplis vision begin
to change. It was no longer care that drove him in his work, it was money now.

The problem with being as good as Kepli was, was that his customers never returned. Once they were
healed up, they'd pay once and then begon. So Kepli decided to add addicting elements to his medicine so
his customers would keep returning. He continued this practice for a while, changing his recipes more
and more, until they looked nothing like medicines anymore.

His parents had taken note of the difference in behavior of Kepli and the customers his shop attracted.
They confronted him and he confessed. Medicines were long behind him! Drugs were the future. He could
make a person fall asleep in an instant, or keep him going for an entire week. And the best thing about
it was the pay! But his parents were not impressed. They urged Kepli to stop and come home. But Kepli
refused, so his parents send the guard for him.

Kepli manged to escape and fled to the Lower Town, where he continued his practice, albeit in less
fashion. Being surrounded by many other shady figures, it didn't take long for Kepli to get accustomed
to their habits. Gambling, drinking, taking his own drugs. Things that were unthinkable a couple of
years ago, were the most normal thing now.

This was his new lifestyle for a long amount of years. He could have done it till he died, were he not
so unfortunate as to try to cheat with cards whilst he was playing a smarter then regular guardsman.
With little research came his other profession to the light as well. Where a cheat would normally just
need to pay a hefty sum of money, dealing drugs with a bit of a heavier crime. The options were simple.
Spend the rest of his life in prison, or join the guard. Well, that was an easy decision for Kepli...