Xalic

Personality: Xalic is very stern and will not back down from a job once given to him. He is quick to shut down people if they cannot prove themselves in a fight.
Bio: Though he mostly works solo in recent days, Xalic wasn't always a lone wolf in his work. He'd spent quite a few years working with a larger clan of rogues, scoundrels and vagrants who'd conduct raids and take from those who they deemed had too much, whether or not that was true. It had been a long time since then, since he'd mutinied against that wretched leader. He wasn't a saint, but killing women and children, poor farmers too? Too much evil for his tastes.

He'd learned to work alone since those days, though he knew that nothing of that original clan remained. Many had sided with him in the mutiny, but Xalic had no ambitions of leadership. He had no need to reign hand and blade over others. Leadership had a tendency to bring out the wicked in folks, he'd seen that firsthand. Xalic only wanted the freedom to make his coin and decisions how he pleased, under the watch and lash of no other.

Story: "Kill them while we get the rest of these in the cart," the leader said with care only for the goods and gold. The muffled screams of the children as their mothers tried to comfort them and quiet them became the backdrop to Xalic's disbelief before it turned to anger.

"Why would we kill them, we've never had to before!" he shouted, putting himself between the man and their victims. They stole, they didn't murder. He didn't intend to kill any soul for the sake of lining their pockets, much less did he intend to kill these people. They were innocent, poor farmers and their wives, and this man intended to make him kill women and children for his goals?

"You'll kill them, or you'll be killed with them," the leader replied, drawing a sword against Xalic's own shakily held one. "Be a good sellsword and do as you're told."

"I think he's right," said another of the bandits, drawing his blade as he stood beside Xalic. A chorus of murmurs answered in agreement. None of the men had killed before on their escapades, few had killed at all in their lives, least of all innocents and children.

"There's a price for not-" the leader was cut off from his declaration as he swung wide towards Xalic in a fury, and the mercenary knew what he had to do to survive. He'd killed once before, in much the same circumstance, when he was younger and hungry and desperately trying to get away from a man who intended to kill him over two pieces of cheese.

As his blade dug into the soft spot between the leader's ribs, the man choked out something incomprehensible as he fell. Xalic took his share and fled, as did the others. There was no more clan left to come back to, he'd work alone.

Thanks to Tobin for both the story and the bio

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