Name: Syrenity Dru, tends to go by just Dru

Race: High Elf

Appearance:


Age: 25 (Apparent age. Don't you know it's rude to ask a girl's age?)

Former Profession: Assassin for Hire

Skill:

• Stealth - Able to remain unseen, Syrenity can sneak around easily in most circumstances. While easier at night, she can manage during the day, if the situation is right
• Seductive/Persuasive - When actions don't work, words are often needed. Syrenity is able to charm the pants off of many people (quite literally) if it suits her needs. She isn't picky about the gender either
• Dual Blade - What assassin isn't well-versed in dual blades?

Personality: Syrenity tends to put herself first above others. Not one to turn down a job due to morals, she likes what she does and isn't afraid to show it. If she isn't killing, scoring, or stealing she isn't happy and a not happy Syrenity tends to make others around her miserable, if for nothing else than her own amusement. Some would call her sadistic and that may be true, but she does it for the coin. She has very little friends and very little time for the friends she does have. Ultimately, she's in it for herself; others be damned.

History: Syrenity doesn't talk about her past much. The only thing she ever revealed was that her parents didn't want her and that suited her just fine. Instead, she was raised in the wealthy households, used and, more times than not, abused for their wishes. This instilled in her the love for all things fine and money talked. As she got older, it became more apparent to her that she was merely a trinket. An accessory to be talked about and shown to the others, saying "Look what we have!". She didn't much care for it and found thrill in other capacities. Starting off small, she would nab little doodads that no one would miss. As time went on, she went larger and larger as the thrill grew. If she was ever caught (and let's be frank, that rarely happened) she was able to charm them with her social graces and the promise for...more.

Soon, she got bored of that as well and looked for something else to do. Having been treated unfairly for too long, she decided to try her hand at killing. Quite a leap from thievery huh? She found she could be quite good as she stood over the bed of her "parents" with a blade in hand. It wasn't that she couldn't do it. It was more the fact if she did, what would happen? They would investigate her first and she would be thrown in jail or worse. Instead, she take whatever valuables she could and escape.

She kept up stealing, but took contracts whenever she could for assassinations. She found the thrill again and was paid handsomely for it. She established a small name for herself as someone who could get the job done. However, one such assassination attempt against a member of a royal house got her caught. The Guard took her in. Having finally got the girl responsible for the crime spree, instead of throwing her in jail to be left to rot, they decided to use her skills for themselves.

Remember when we said there was something worse than jail? This was it.

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.

The fact that you forgot about me hurts more than any bullet ever could.

I'm already down and now you're kicking me. These wounds are fatal, I don't think I'll last.