Name: Aden Connel
Age: 26
Race: Tiefling (Physically appears as a Human)
Alignment: CN
Class: Fighter (No Multi)
Deity: None
Description:

The road was silent, the only sound a grinding from the wagon's wheels. Both men were content in keeping to themselves. A bitterness still dwelled in the merchant from the dealings of the prior night. Both men had engaged in a friendly game of dice. The friendliness of it soon wore off, and was replaced by some rather weighty bets. Before the campfire burnt out, the man had won half of the merchants profits from this trip.

The merchant glanced over at his travelling companion. A slender man rode beside him, his eyes watching the nearby trees. Dark mahogany hair was tied neatly into a ponytail behind his head. A few strands of hair managed to fall across his hazel eyes. One hand rested gingerly upon the hilt of a shortsword at his side, it's twin mounted on the other side. Despite his menacing appearance, the man was friendly enough the merchant considered. He had hired the man a week back to keep guard over his wagon during the trip to Melnon. The man had insisted on half of his earnings up front, which equaled up to forty gold coins.

"Bah, I'm sick of this Aden," the merchant spoke up. "This is going to be a very long trip if both of us remain silent. I'm sorry I accussed you of cheating on dice. Why don't you go hop in the back and bring up our lunch. I'm starving."

Aden pulled himself into the back of the wagon to ferret out the lunch they had prepared earlier that morning. Halfway through a backpack, his search was cut off by the sound of a crossbow being fired. Instincts born from years of mercenary work, Aden jumped off of the wagon. His hands shot out, unsheathing one of the short swords before he hit the ground, the other soon following. A moment of regret passed through his thoughts as he saw the merchant slump over on his side, a bolt protruding from his neck. But Aden had other things to worry about as three heavily armed men were rushing towards him.
Aden jumped sideways at the last moment, as a longsword passed through the air where just moments before he was standing. Spinning himself around, Aden slashed out with his shortsword, slicing deep into the man's abdomen. The first assailant fell to the ground with a scream. Aden turned around quickly to face the next opponent. The smell of blood passed across Aden. The whites of his eyes began to change. Within moments his brown eyes were set upon a backdrop of deep red, the only sign of his fiendish ancestry.

The other two attackers stopped a few yards short of Aden. They glanced down at their fallen comrade. They whispered to each other for a moment before speaking up.

"Your employer is dead. There's no need for you to die this day. So why don't you just walk away from this fight, and nobody gets hurt," the bandit said. One of the bandits was reloading a crossbow while the other spoke to Aden.

"I worked for the man, not for the merchandise. Since he's fallen, you've got the right of it. I have your word I can walk away unharmed if you take the goods?" asked Aden.

"Aye, you have our word," the bandits replied. Neither of the bandits were too keen on the idea of facing an experienced mercenary anyhow.

With a nod, Aden approached the corpse of the merchant. He removed the purse from the corpse. Reaching inside, he dug out forty gold coins from it, before tossing the rest back onto the wagon.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing with that!" the bandit with the crossbow demanded.

"He owed me the rest of my pay. You can have the rest, seem fair?" Aden responded with as he gripped his shortsword tightly in preperation for any outcome.

Seeing the blood dripping from the mercenary's shortsword, the bandit came up with his answer, "Fair enough."

Aden walked away from the bandits, his back never turned for an instance. It was unfortunate that his employer had been killed. But Aden didn't feel responsible, he had done his part, it was an accident. Aden continued to walk the rest of the way towards Melnon.



(I decided against the Strong, Silent type, as I tend to be a bit of a social butterfly. The character has the attitude of, whatever happens, as long as he doesn't end up with the short stick of it. If you still feel as though he doesn't convey CN as an alignment, I'm open to suggestions for an alignment.)