Name: Bee
Age: 25
Personality: Kind and funny. And very Bubbly. She can also be serious when needed.
Looks:

Name:Richter Deice
Alias or aka:Sly
Age:22
gender:Male
Appearance:Top to bottom: Hairstyle a combover in which the hair is about 4 inches long and combed mostly to the left side of his face. The hair color is dyed dark blue (highlights) mixed in with his natural dirty blonde. He has a clean shaven, leanish face with a chiselled nose, a strong jaw line, average dirty blonde eyebrows and normal ears. He has blue-green eyes and tan skin with a slim build to his body frame. He is wearing a brown jacket with chest pockets and a high collar. Also wearing dress pants of a tan color with back pockets. His shoes are built like sneakers but of a dark brown and socks match the shoes. He also wears a scarf to hide a deep scar. It's a deep black scar that resembles a ring around his neck.
Skill Set:Some Martial art skills, Brawling skills as well as with daggers and blades up to and including swords. Good skills of observation and the ability to pick locks, smell different odors and ok at cooking basic necessities.
Personality:He has a weary but pleasant demeanor he keeps as an outer mask. Internally he is suspicious of strangers and everyone he has never met before. Although he is loyal if he has a reason and to those whom he respects and/or earned his trust. He also has a dry sense of humor.
Role:Bodyguard
Biography:Richter grew up in the north. Farther up north than most people even knew about. The weather was cold and snowed most of the year with hardly a summer to speak of. The economy of the town in which Richter was born, was in a state of severe recession. Everywhere people were walking the streets asking for handouts, anything to get by, because there were no jobs to be had. Well that wasn't true, there were jobs. If you kneeled to the Lord (dictator) who had shown up about 5 years previous to Richter's birth. He had an army of hundreds at his back. His army already conquered several of the neighbouring towns and since this town was prosperous it was his next conquest. It was because of the mine, just outside which was Richter's hometowns biggest export. The Lord's edict was thus "You're a slave for me or I'll turn you into a slave with life crippling taxes on you and everything you have".

Years passed with his father already working in the mine, but now working much, much harder. Coming home and almost passing out and then dying out of heat exhaustion. Sadly doing that job in a hot cramped space when just outside it was -20 degrees. Richter and his mother were just doing their normal routine of cleaning the house and making sure everything was neat until their father/husband didn't return. Hours passed, the sky darkened to evening and then night-but he still never arrived. The next morning someone Richter's mother and father knew well had shown up at the front door of their tiny two bedroom home. There was a quiet conversation at the other side of the door as Richter's mother had told him to wait until they were done speaking. Minutes later Richter saw his mother crying, tears flowing down her face and he knew what it meant. His father was gone. He felt a giant pit in his stomach, the man who taught him everything. Gone. Just like that. Gone.

He tried to let it go and just move on. It wouldn't happen, he couldn't forget his father. He had to live for his father and help out his mother as the Lord's men then went to her to take her away. For her to work all day everyday, sewing clothes at their primitive machines inside the factory. Richter tried to separate his mom from the soldiers and was abruptly backhanded and told if he messed with them again he would be hung. He ignored their words and followed the soldiers at a safe distance as they took his mother away. Glaring at their retreating backsides, he continued to follow-then a strong hand gripped his shoulder. Richter about to lash out as he turned around at his assailant. The assailant who didn't seemed alarmed at the youngster's reaction at all and simply raised his hand. It was simple gesture with a profound effect as Richter looked up into the man's deep brown eyes, past his hand and knew this man wasn't a threat to him.

"I know they took your mom."

"I know you're angry."

"You want to do something about it right?"

"Then come with me."

From the age of seven and for the next fifteen years this man taught Richter many things. How to sneak, fight hand to hand, with daggers and smaller blades as well. How to analyze what's happening in a room quickly and how to understand what messages people's bodies tell you, that their words do not, among other skills. Then one day Richter figured it was time to strike back and get his mother out of that camp and he nearly succeeded. He had his mother's hand in his and they were nearly out of the army's encampment but his mother somehow stepped on a very loud twig. Their position given away, an alarm was sounded. Within seconds dozens of soldiers flooded the area. Richter told his mother to run as fast as she could as he held them off. Killing any who tried to break away after her. but he was overwhelmed and stabbed multiple times in various places like his hands and feet. Then he fell unconcious due to the pain of the wounds and blood loss. Waking up blearily from a slap to the face as the full impact of where he was caught up to him.

'oh yeah great, they got me and how am I going to get out of this mess now?' He thought sadly to himself.

He ventured off alone to save his mother. The bindings binding his arms behind his back and his feet together were too thick to break and too tight to slip out of. He was doomed. He was told he'd be hung. Later that day he was. It was in front of the entire town as an example to anyone who dare'd to defy their lord. In his last seconds of life he saw his old mentor's face with a deep frown and a shake of the head and Richter's last emotion was one of anger. He felt betrayed. Then his neck snapped and he died within seconds.

A short time later he found himself in Nightlight city. He has made some acquaintances there and found himself a job as a bodyguard.