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[row][cell][h2][b]Garron[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Thatch[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]

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[b]45 | Garron Thatch | He/Him [/b]
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[i]"Only the broken know how to survive out here. We should be in charge."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]A grizzled, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and haphazardly cut brown hair, Garron is unassuming when out of armor. However, when preparing for battle, he dons thick, heavy armor trimmed with red cloth and bearing the insignia of his former monster-hunting crew. The plate is worn and scarred with gouges and cuts, yet its craftsmanship remains unmistakably superb. Garron’s posture is rigid and cold, shifting only when he wills it. His steel-blue eyes are constantly scanning, filled with a decade of simmering rage.

As leader of The Outcasts, Garron has forged a once-petty group of street thieves into a far-reaching criminal network. What started as coin-purse snatching in Greyharrow has grown into a syndicate capable of assassinations, high-risk jobs, and high-value thefts across distant cities. Despite his harsh demeanor, he carries himself like a man who has accepted responsibility for every lost soul within The Outcasts—even if he’d never admit it.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Fighter: Rumors claim Garron was once a true monster hunter—or perhaps a military general far from Greyharrow. What *is* known is that few can match his skill with a blade anywhere in the region.[/indent]
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[row][cell][h2][b]Sam[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Harrowfen[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[b]38 | Sam Harrowfen | He/Him [/b][hr]
[i]"Tell me who to break."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Tall, thick-muscled, and scarred from his forehead to the soles of his feet, Sam looks like a man who has survived more fights than he’s started. His blonde hair is cropped short and his beard remains perpetually patchy. He rarely smiles—yet when he does, it unsettles most people.

Despite his rage, he is deeply loyal to Garron, seeing him as the first person who gave him direction instead of destruction. When he arrived in Greyharrow five years ago, he was an angry, drunken fool determined to die in a gutter. Now, he is an angry, drunken fool determined to make others die when needed.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Barbarian: Sam and his heavy two-handed war hammer prefer to get angry and crush things.[/indent]

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[row][cell][h2][b]Daelix[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Ravvenhorn[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[b]29 | Daelix Ravvenhorn | He/Him [/b][hr//]
[i]"We’ve come a long way….."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Daelix is a vibrant crimson-skinned tiefling with swept-back dark brown horns and faint markings across his shoulders and arms. He is sleek, quick, and moves with rhythmic precision. His hair is lighter than natural—thanks to a warlock’s hex gone wrong. He prefers simple clothing and leather armor.

Daelix is quiet, observant, and cynical, respecting strength above all else. He grew up on these streets twenty-nine years ago and has survived through wit and ruthlessness—though he is a terrible judge of character. Most people are potential targets, not individuals. Still, he is fiercely protective of family—blood like Sorren, and found like The Outcasts.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Fighter. Daelix favors a longsword but is proficient with dual short swords.[/indent]

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[row][cell][h2][b]Sorren[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Ravvenhorn[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[b]29 | Sorren Ravvenhorn | He/Him [/b][hr//]
[i]"....from our humble beginnings."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Sorren has vibrant purple skin, swept-back horns of the same hue, and eyes that burn like a campfire. His robes are hand-woven by him but faded from constant use. His features are sharp and aristocratic but weighted with exhaustion. Beneath his robes, old burn scars cover his limbs.

He is far more compassionate than he lets on, certainly more than Daelix, but terrified of losing control of his magic again. The last time he did, a war nearly ignited, led by the furious owner of the local inn. He fears the next time may destroy far more.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Wizard: A self-taught mage with immense power and deeply unstable control.[/indent]

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[row][cell][h2][b]Kess[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Marrowlight[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[b]29 | Kess Marrowlight | She/Her [/b][hr//]
[i]"Secrets aren’t free, but you can find some hints if you know were to look."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Kess is a nimble woman with medium-length light brown hair and dull green eyes. She keeps her hair tied up and favors lightweight gear for speed and silence—often forgoing armor entirely. Her smirk rarely leaves her face, and she serves as the group’s humor.

A founding member of The Outcasts, Kess has had countless chances to leave Greyharrow rich, but her loyalty to the gang and the city keeps her rooted. She believes that if she leaves, the others may fall to their vices—and she can’t allow that.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Rogue: Kess is the finest thief in Greyharrow, capable of slipping anywhere and retrieving anything.[/indent]

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[row][cell][h2][b]Talla[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Pipwhistle[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row]
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[b]32 | Talla Pipwhistle | She/Her [/b][hr//]
[i]"Don't underestimate me. Actually.  You know what?  Do it.  Do. It."[/i]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Short even by halfling standards, Talla has straight blonde hair, sad brown eyes, and a posture that radiates confidence. Her armor is custom-fitted and decorated with charms from her victories. Out of armor, she dresses plainly and is frequently seen with a drink in hand.

Though depressed, she is fiercely loyal, often acting as the gang’s morale when everyone else collapses inward. She hides her pain well—too well. People rarely look a halfling in the eyes long enough to notice the truth.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/b]
[indent]Fighter: Talla wields a longsword like a great sword and cuts through foes with startling skill.[/indent]

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