The Tavern

23 year-old Johnny Arkens, better known in the city he's from as "Matchstick" beyond his living space for his invention of functional plasma finger guns, a direct example of Johnny's "rule of cool", is... an eccentric individual. He's convinced himself that his deep-rooted cynicism is wit in disguise, is almost as cocky as they come, and deceivingly intelligent behind his usual tomfoolery. He operates as a "part-time" (uncommitted) mercenary and breakdancer, but occupies much of his "schedule" with tinkering and experimenting with various technological experiments that are most certainly not legal. This includes a pair of stolen Skywalkers - a once-famous brand of shoe that has since become six years outdated - that he's augmented to work alongside his abilities. At first, it was an innocent exploration of creativity, then suddenly in the blink of a few months, has evolved into a crippling disassociation from everything else, seasoned with the occasional jolt of accomplishment that Johnny desperately seeks to convince himself isn't as empty as it feels. Since abandoning a life of luxury and corporate success, Johnny feels unfulfilled by his chosen alternative. So it is easier to try and put his work to good use by showing it off proudly in the form of reckless endangerment. That's surely a better idea.

Hagritch Ssazar is a pitiful, two-faced fellow belonging to the race of a now-endangered people known as the Beastfolk; a generalized ethnicity provided by humans of all people with animal characteristics. The original name of the lizard-people has long since been forgotten (even by the few living lizard-people themselves), but some scholars suspect it to be the Quetzals. He stands at roughly 10'5". Hagritch comes from the kingdom of Verdanta - the Land of Mirrors - some would call it. The realm earned its title because its air is so charged with raw, natural magic, that the very topography will frequently change on its own as seamlessly as a ripple in water. Hagritch has left Verdanta's sacred realm and into the Waking World where humans are abundant. He is a manipulator, a thief, and scandalous fiend who seeks to find treasures and artifacts aplenty for his own personal gain. He stuffs these things within a meticulously crafted layered leather backpack, which sits on top of his tattered and faded black cloak. Beneath, he wears nothing else, for being covered in grey-brown scales he has no need for them. Hagrtich also makes a regular habit of consuming rotting carrion, the bacteria lying dormant within his jagged teeth, waiting until whomever happens to fall into its way gets hideously infected. It will sicken them severely, at the bare minimum, and may even induce vomiting at its utmost worst.