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Raphael
Nickname(s) : None
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Species: Shadow
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'11"
Skin Color: ebony
Eye Color: Dark brown to hazel
Hair Color: Prefers Silver but also likes black
Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: Natural
Nail Type: short and neat
Body Type: Lean muscular build
Distinguishing Features: black nails
Personality: Loyal, Relaxed, Blunt
Location: Currently travelling
Mentality: Bold, Daring
Likes: Good food, gentle breezes
Dislikes: Boredom, Dumb shit, People who try to give him a nickname
Hobbies: None
Clothing Types: Comfortable, Casual, Depends on the occasion
Dominant or Submissive: Dominant
Patience Level: Mid
Family: Travel partner Lance; no kids
Occupation: Former mercenary, Now Low-level Adventurer
Class: Assassin, Saboteur, Scout
Rank: Current; E
Normally minding his own business; outside of the mission at hand, he didn't have a care in the world as long as he got his bread and a bed by the end of the week. After being under a band of mercenaries for less than a month, he got bored of that kind of grind and sought out a more exciting life. One of wild encounters and even wilder gains. After about a month of dodging(more like killing) bounties placed on him by himself with no food and even less luck, he collapsed by a door to a tavern in a small village. His head slumped down in exhaustion, he barely made out a person's shadow coming towards him. A mix of adrenaline and assuming this was just another hunter trying to get him while he was down, he lunged at the stranger; only for the shock of his elbow dislocating from a swift reversal into an armlock caused him to black out. He woke up to the smell of a heavenly stew and bitter smelling salts. He was sat up in a booth inside the tavern while a sling on his throbbing arm and a really bad headache. A full bowl and greeting from the stranger brought a chuckle to his dry throat before accepting the meal and the conversation of someone that could potentially beat him up then patch him up in the same hour. He learned about his new companion's story and skills as he swallowed two bowls of stew. He didn't expect to find anyone interesting so soon nor wanted to stick around them, but they did have one hell of a first impression on each other. Not long after digesting, they got up and set out to a larger town to get some real bounties.
Lawrance
Nickname(s) : Lance
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Amoeba
Species: Shapeshifter
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'9"
Skin Color: Pale Ebony
Eye Color: Naturally white but prefers light brown to caramel
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: At neck
Hair Style: Wavy, Natural, Part over right eye
Nail Type: Lightly manicured
Body Type: Slim, average build
Distinguishing Features: White gloves w/ Black cross
Personality: Introverted, Patient, Reserved
Location: Currently travelling
Mentality: Perceptive, Sharp, Tactical
Likes: Music, Peace, and quiet
Dislikes: obnoxiousness
Hobbies: Reading, poetry, fine jazz
Clothing Types: Well pressed suits, perfect for conducting business in
Dominant or Submissive: Switch
Patience Level: High
Family: Travel partner; Raphael, No kids
Occupation: Former soldier, Now Low-level Adventurer
Class: Combat Medic, Tactician, Cook, Weapons Smith
Rank: Current; E
Lance was honorably discharged from his hometown militia after a siege went wrong, nearly costing him his life. The radioactive blast from the site he and his squad were sent out to takeover was nothing more the an elaborate trap to nuke all that entered. Two tumbles and a click later, nothing but a high pitch buzz and an even louder screams from his scattered squad mates as they all liquifying before his very eyes albeit blurry from the concussion Thankfully, being the medic had him at the back on the line, closer to the entrance and no where near as close to the epicenter as the others. The PTSD from the experience was too much to bare so he took his backpack of essentials and left home shortly after. Wanting nothing but peace and quiet, he made his way to a small village to rest and recover, only to get nearly stabbed by what seemed like a bum at the tavern door. He instinctively grappled the man to the ground, popping the assailant's elbow to make sure he dropped his weapon. Only after getting to his feet did he see how well dress and clean shaven the man was. He lifted the guy up on his shoulder and got him inside to a far off booth away from nosey customers coming in and out. He relocated the poor guys arm back into place and wrapped it up before order some stew and a pitcher of water. Once the food arrived, he waved the salts to wake the man up, sliding a bowl to him once he seem aware of his surroundings. After a short introductions and analysis on the odd male's story, Lance offered his skills as apology for handicapping him and the sound of making some money while away from home didn't sound too bad either. With that, they shook hands and went to the nearby town to check the bounty boards.
Nickname(s) : None
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Species: Shadow
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'11"
Skin Color: ebony
Eye Color: Dark brown to hazel
Hair Color: Prefers Silver but also likes black
Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: Natural
Nail Type: short and neat
Body Type: Lean muscular build
Distinguishing Features: black nails
Personality: Loyal, Relaxed, Blunt
Location: Currently travelling
Mentality: Bold, Daring
Likes: Good food, gentle breezes
Dislikes: Boredom, Dumb shit, People who try to give him a nickname
Hobbies: None
Clothing Types: Comfortable, Casual, Depends on the occasion
Dominant or Submissive: Dominant
Patience Level: Mid
Family: Travel partner Lance; no kids
Occupation: Former mercenary, Now Low-level Adventurer
Class: Assassin, Saboteur, Scout
Rank: Current; E
Normally minding his own business; outside of the mission at hand, he didn't have a care in the world as long as he got his bread and a bed by the end of the week. After being under a band of mercenaries for less than a month, he got bored of that kind of grind and sought out a more exciting life. One of wild encounters and even wilder gains. After about a month of dodging(more like killing) bounties placed on him by himself with no food and even less luck, he collapsed by a door to a tavern in a small village. His head slumped down in exhaustion, he barely made out a person's shadow coming towards him. A mix of adrenaline and assuming this was just another hunter trying to get him while he was down, he lunged at the stranger; only for the shock of his elbow dislocating from a swift reversal into an armlock caused him to black out. He woke up to the smell of a heavenly stew and bitter smelling salts. He was sat up in a booth inside the tavern while a sling on his throbbing arm and a really bad headache. A full bowl and greeting from the stranger brought a chuckle to his dry throat before accepting the meal and the conversation of someone that could potentially beat him up then patch him up in the same hour. He learned about his new companion's story and skills as he swallowed two bowls of stew. He didn't expect to find anyone interesting so soon nor wanted to stick around them, but they did have one hell of a first impression on each other. Not long after digesting, they got up and set out to a larger town to get some real bounties.
Lawrance
Nickname(s) : Lance
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Amoeba
Species: Shapeshifter
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'9"
Skin Color: Pale Ebony
Eye Color: Naturally white but prefers light brown to caramel
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: At neck
Hair Style: Wavy, Natural, Part over right eye
Nail Type: Lightly manicured
Body Type: Slim, average build
Distinguishing Features: White gloves w/ Black cross
Personality: Introverted, Patient, Reserved
Location: Currently travelling
Mentality: Perceptive, Sharp, Tactical
Likes: Music, Peace, and quiet
Dislikes: obnoxiousness
Hobbies: Reading, poetry, fine jazz
Clothing Types: Well pressed suits, perfect for conducting business in
Dominant or Submissive: Switch
Patience Level: High
Family: Travel partner; Raphael, No kids
Occupation: Former soldier, Now Low-level Adventurer
Class: Combat Medic, Tactician, Cook, Weapons Smith
Rank: Current; E
Lance was honorably discharged from his hometown militia after a siege went wrong, nearly costing him his life. The radioactive blast from the site he and his squad were sent out to takeover was nothing more the an elaborate trap to nuke all that entered. Two tumbles and a click later, nothing but a high pitch buzz and an even louder screams from his scattered squad mates as they all liquifying before his very eyes albeit blurry from the concussion Thankfully, being the medic had him at the back on the line, closer to the entrance and no where near as close to the epicenter as the others. The PTSD from the experience was too much to bare so he took his backpack of essentials and left home shortly after. Wanting nothing but peace and quiet, he made his way to a small village to rest and recover, only to get nearly stabbed by what seemed like a bum at the tavern door. He instinctively grappled the man to the ground, popping the assailant's elbow to make sure he dropped his weapon. Only after getting to his feet did he see how well dress and clean shaven the man was. He lifted the guy up on his shoulder and got him inside to a far off booth away from nosey customers coming in and out. He relocated the poor guys arm back into place and wrapped it up before order some stew and a pitcher of water. Once the food arrived, he waved the salts to wake the man up, sliding a bowl to him once he seem aware of his surroundings. After a short introductions and analysis on the odd male's story, Lance offered his skills as apology for handicapping him and the sound of making some money while away from home didn't sound too bad either. With that, they shook hands and went to the nearby town to check the bounty boards.
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