Name: Aramil (No last name, he's an orphan)

Race: Half-elf, Half-tiefling

Age: 19 years

Weapons: Hand-to-hand combat mostly, but he'll use whatever he needs to to get the job done. Has a flair for using iprovised weapons at times.

Appearance: Quite tall, about 6'3". Weighs around 180 lbs, but appears to be thinner than he actually is. He's muscular, but he's not built or anything. Has deep, vivid violet eyes that turn a deep crimson when he's excited or mad. His outfit consists of loose-fitting black pants and a long-sleeved black shirt, also black. Both are embroidered in crimson with a flame-pattern at the end of the legs and sleeves. The pants are made of tough cloth, and have many pockets in which to store things he picks up on his travels. He has fair skin, with one jagged scar running down his left arm and ending at his wrist. Has longish jet black hair that lightens to deep bloodred at the tips. Oh yeah, and his canines are unnaturally sharp.

Quirks: He's interested in how everything works, and when he comes across a contraption he hasn't seen before he generally tries to figure out what it does. He's also a bit of a collector, and while travelling will often pick up and keep small bits of colored or shiny rock or unusual items that he may find. In addition to this, he can see a short distance in complete darkness, and can create a sizable globe of drakness once per day. When he creates darkness though, it disorients him for about a minute or two, and depending on the size of the globe, perhaps more.

History: He was raised in an orphanage until he was about 10 years old, which he then ran away from because the matron was extremely ill-tempered and beat him alot. because of this, he took up watching and following a local street-fighting gang, who taught him how to fight with his fists and how to improvise a weapon if needed. To provide for himself, he often stole food, but was known to juggle or perform other acts of sleight-of-hand in taverns for money.

Personality: Shy at first, and very polite. Once you get to know him though, he reveals himself to be a huge practical joker, and pretty much isn't afraid of anything. He'll rush headlong into a burning building if he has a reason to. If you earn his trust, he'll stand by you to the gates of Hell itself. He'd actually probably barge through the gates just for the fun of it once you got there, too...

Name: "Surestrike" Gerend

Race: Human

Age: 21

Weapons: Fists, explosives (stored in the pockets of his bandolier), and anything improvised.

Appearance: He stands about 5'7", and weighs about 200 lbs, most of it muscle. Gerend is ripped, one of those "muscles on top of muscles" type of guys. He still manages to look somewhat handsome most of the time, though. His hair is black, and he wears it pretty short. He has bright, turquoise blue eyes that sparkle as if at some hidden joke, and a tanned, toned complexion. He's always smiling, unless he's mad of course. A tattoo of a gold dragon spirals up his left arm, the tail wrapped around his wrist and the head at his shoulder. He has a similar tattoo of a silver dragon on his right arm. His clothes are matte black, and don't seem to reflect any light. If anything, they seem to absorb it a little. His pants have pockets all over them, in the same style as Aramil's, and he also has a black-leather bandlier with 6 pockets on the front slung from his left shoulder to his right hip. His boots are light yet sturdy, perfect for running in.

Quirks: He's majorly strong, and as such is an excellent fistfighter. In barfights, he's been known to hurl oaken tables across the room. He also seems to have an infinite amount of resources to draw on, but if asked he'll just say it's "luck". He also has an EXTREME fondness for explosives and is quite the pyromaniac when the occaision arises. Unfortunately, if someone insults his mother or his friends, he'll fly into a berserk rage unless someone calms him down.

History: Abandoned by his family when he was 13, he quickly adapted to life on the streets. His family was very wealthy, and from this wealth is where he seems to get all these resources (He'd been to most of his family's storehouses by the time he'd been cast away.). He took Aramil under his wing and tought him how to fight one day after pulling the boy out of a brawling mess of streetkids that had attacked Aramil because of his heritage.

Personality: Extremely optimistic and clever, Gerend is always smiling, welcoming newcomers warmly. If you hurt one of his friends, though, you better have a damn good reason for it, or he'll mess you up.

The contents of the Pockets…

Gerend’s explosives…

Crackle Powder: This black alchemical powder creates a loud crackling noise, like a broomstick breaking, whenever it is jostled or struck (i.e. stepped on). A single packet covers an approximately 5-foot-radius area or so. He’s got maybe 10-11 packets of the stuff on him, located in a bandolier pocket. He originally intended to use it as a prop for his and Aramil’s “troupe” performances, buying a crate of the stuff from a local theatre. He has found it useful in his pranks and getaways though, as well…

Fast Torch: These consist of a tube of waxed paper set into a short wooden plug. The end opposite the plug has a wax seal, and the whole item is about maybe half an inch wide by 3 inches long. An alchemical substance packed inside the tube ignites when exposed to air. One lights the torch by removing the wax seal at the end. It burns for about a minute or so. Gerend finds them useful in lighting various explosives and starting campfires. Generally, he carries about 10 or so in various pants pockets.

Flash Pellet: These small pellets, when thrown against a hard surface, explode with a blinding flash of white light. Gerend always has no less than an entire bandolier pouch filled with these things.

Semphosphorate Powder: The red powder that was used to incinerate the cell bars. Gerend always has a smallish pouch of it in his bandolier, for use in filling the hemispheres carried by Aramil. One hemisphere’s blasting power is approximately equal to two sticks of dynamite.

Coalcarbonate Powder: A black incendiary powder, it ignites after about 10 seconds of being exposed to air. Gerend carries around at least 5 vials of this in his bandolier at any given time. He tends to aim these at solid objects above his target’s heads, as the powder is very fine and forms a cloud in the air, often sticking to whatever is inside the cloud.

Phosphorite Powder: A concentrated form of Semphosphorate Powder that is white in color. One hemisphere of this stuff is approximately 2.3 times as powerful as a hemisphere of Semphosphorate Powder. Gerend always has 3 vials and one smallish pouch of it in his bandolier.

Diacarbonite Powder: Basically powdered Napalm, also black in color. If one coats a surface or object with this, it will stick until it is ignited. Once ignited, the coated area or object will burn for 10 minutes or until it is utterly reduced to ash, in which case the powder will still keep burning for the remainder of the time. Gerend keeps 2 small pouches of this in his bandolier. If it hasn’t been ignited yet, one can render the powder harmless with a judicious application of water. If it’s ignited… It is nearly impossible to put out except by magical means.



Aramil’s Potions…

Adrenaline Potion: Gives drinker the equivalent of about 300mg of Caffeine combined with the approximate kick of a modern-day shot of adrenaline. Effect lasts for 4 hours. Aramil has a secret stash of these somewhere, but he plans to steal more from his ex-matron soon, as he is running out.

Sleep Potion: Extremely quick-acting and powerful sedative, knocking the drinker unconscious within 2 seconds of imbibement. Effect lasts for maybe an hour, depending on drinker’s body weight. Can be used to spike drinks, as the potion loses its blue color upon mixing with another liquid but still remains undetectable except by magic. Aramil has at least 3 on him most of the time…

Freeglide Gel: Makes things very slippery. Emphasis on very. Aramil always has one or two on him, depending on where he’s going to be that day.

Softstride Powder: When applied to the bottoms of footwear, it forms a cushion between it and the ground, making footsteps harder to hear. Also allows person wearing said footwear to slide on Freeglide Gel without falling as much. Aramil has 2 small pouches of this that he refills every time he gets home.


Along with these objects, Gerend and Aramil carry around various make-up kits, lock-pick sets, sewing kits, first-aid kits, coins, and knickknacks they have acquired in their pants pockets. Said knickknacks may or may not have magical properties.