ShadowScythe-Mercs

Name: [What does everyone call you?] Real name: [What are you ACTUALLY called?] Gender: […this one’s kinda obvious.] Age: [What is your age? Don’t lie, we know a doctor that can check.] Height: [how tall are you…you know, in case we ever get uniforms.] Weight: [when you step on the scales, what does it say? And if it says “one at a time”, did you kill it?] Hair colour and style: [trust us, you’d be surprised how often that comes up] Eye colour: [and this] Attire: [What do you usually wear? We need to know this so we know what to look out for when listening to the police broadcasts.] Noticea

Harrow swore loudly as Caster slowly pulled the sixteenth long metal shard out of his back. "Sorry." She muttered, dropping it on the tray next to them. Max walked through, scratching one of his many scars in thought while he read from a folder. "This is the sixty-ninth time this month Harrow." Harrow grunted in response. "Seriously, you've been taking too many jobs. We all have." He looked at harrow, and placed the folder on a table. Harrow sighed, and looked up at him with a cheeky grin. "Hey, if we don't do the jobs, we lose business." He flinched as Caster cut his back open and started slowly pulling another shard out. "Ouch!" He turne