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Started March 08, 2020 by Deleted user

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Name: (Sir) Dominic Wilhelm
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Attire: Black Hunting jacket, white shirt, black slacks and Huntsman gear. You’ll almost never see him without a rifle over his shoulder, either.
Appearance: Tall and thin. Ever the gentleman hunter. His black hair is wild, but usually hidden underneath either a top-hat or cap.
Items on them: Tranq and toxin rounds, the occasional acids and shock rounds for robotic/mechanical targets, and a 2 small foot traps
Other: A gentleman hunter who’ll hunt whatever you pay him to. He runs a reputable business himself, but he’s none too picky about his clients. His methods are clean, and he prefers to leave his prey to run away if he doesn’t think he can bring them in without killing them. That’s his number one rule: no killing humans or human-esque targets. He always brings them in alive, or he never brings them in at all.

As a person, he’s very matter of fact, and tries his best to be a gentleman.

Name: Xander Solano
Age: 19
Race: Human, though occasionally mistaken for a cyborg because of his prosthetics and equipment
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Attire: Thin-cut clothes; light gray button-up, dark green vest, long black coat, black pants, knee-high boots with many straps, dark gray gloves, top hat (on the shorter side, very embellished)
Appearance: About 5'10, medium build but looks very lithe, broad shoulders and narrower hips and waist; sleek raven hair that covers some of his face and is long enough to pull back, steely gray eyes, olive complexion; he has a robotic prosthetic leg due to an accident that ended in infection and eventually amputation
Items on them: A telescoping piece of eye equipment; a bag with various items but most notably a sketchbook and some art supplies and a sewing kit; a dagger in the side of each boot
Other: might add more later…

Name: Casey (Ace) Sullivan
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Attire: A coat with a white shirt, black leggings and tall boots. She has a belt with a holster on each side.
Appearance: Ace is relatively short for her age, about 5'3. She has light brown hair cut like a boy's and electric blue eyes.
Items on Them: Twin flintlock pistols and a canteen of water, as well as a notepad and pencils, a knife, and gunpowder and ammunition.
Other: Ace is an assassin. She's ruthless when it comes to her enemies and missions, but soft and caring on the inside.

Delila pulled down her hat to cover her eye as she shuffled through the crowd. She looked around for another ship to hide out on. She couldn't stay in one place long. This port was packed full of unsavory faces and characters. The last thing she wanted was to get tangled up with them. As the sun started to set she slipped into a packed bar. None of the customers of this bar looked friendly in the slightest but it was better than being out on the streets at night.

Brina surveyed the crowd for any potential people who were drunk enough to not notice that they were missing anything until the morning. As she was walking she slid her hand into someone's pocket and pulled out a couple of coins. Not exactly what she was hoping for, but it would do. Brina could smell their alcohol on their breath and continued on her search for parts. She slid her hand into another man's satchel and took out a small gear and a couple of wires. Brina's eyes went wide at the sight of some old clients of hers. She hastily turned around and begin walking back towards the center of the bar. You could suppose that their business did not end well. She then sat down at the counter and ducked her head down.

Xander was in the bar, sitting alone at a high-top table. He slowly sipped on some ale as he worked on the page in front of him. He was practicing his art quietly, using all the… colorful personalities in the bar as inspiration. Besides, it never hurt to loosen up before doing art by getting a bit tipsy.

Ace wandered the port, searching for potential clients. Nobody worth killing. The crowd was pushing her this way and that, so she went with the flow, picking a few pockets, before the crowd spat her out near the bar. She opened the door and stepped in, seating herself at the counter.

Delila found a corner table and set herself up their, hoping that her appearance looked enough like a man for people to leave her alone. She didn't have anything ofor value to steal anyways. Othere than her limbs but she seriously hoped that nothing close to that would happen tonight.

Xander looked up from his sketchbook to see the new person who had walked in and settled a few tables away. As he finished one sketch, he started on another, using her as a reference. Ocassionally, he glanced at her again, hoping he didn't seem too creepy. It couldn't have been the worst experience she'd had in a place like this.

Magnus seemed to be of no interest to anybody, so he decided to slip into a bar for a drink or two. The money he’s stolen a couple days ago would be more than enough to cover it. Although, he didn’t have to steal to make money, but rather enjoyed the act of it. Often enough he’d get caught and have to run, but it was all just a thrill. Magnus pet the snake around his neck and entered the busy bar.