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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dannyalcatraz" data-source="post: 5400873" data-attributes="member: 19675">A fighter with low Str and ConThug: a wastrel who frequents tavern after tavern, indulging in all kinds of vices...and perpetually short of coin.  While handsome, he has no particular talent at entertaining, so singing for his supper has never been an option.  He favors women who, while attractive, are seemingly just as broke as he is, so he has never had the luxury of being "kept." And being a cutpurse is beneath him.  Instead, he finds some likely drunk with a fat(ish) purse- never one too obviously well heeled, because that would bring the Watch or powerful allies down on him- and provokes a fight.  His slight frame and prettyboy looks make his victims underestimate him and quickly take up the challenge...which inevitably ends with a few lightning strokes of his rapier, a pool of blood in the gutter, and a doxy and ale for him before the night is through.Angel: her father's bow would test the mightiest to draw...and his aim was what kept venison on the table every winter.  She always wanted to follow in his path, but her size and strength barred it.  Then, one day, her father brought her something from a trade caravan made in the far-off valleys of some foreign land: a crossbow.  While her arms could not bend her father's bow, her body could cock the deadly new weapon, and under his tutelage, she soon proved to be every bit as accurate as her father.  This served her well when her father left on a hunt one day...and never returned.It was no accident that claimed him, but outriders from an invading army.  When she found out, she sought to enlist, but the army took no women.  A mercenary troop hired by the crown, however, only cared that she was a deadlier shot than all but a few on their payroll.  In the ensuing war, it was she who fired the bolt that felled the invaders' most prominent Field Marshall.  She, too, never returned to her house, leaving it to her Uncle and his family, while she continued to ply her trade as a marksman.</blockquote>

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