It is 20 years into the fourth Age, war has long been ended but peace still doesn't exist. Many men were lost in the war, the RK had won but was crippled. Crime took hold of both Rohan and Gondor, first it was just the outer cities, Umbar, Pelargir, Aldburg. Then closer, Osgiliath and outer Edoras. Now their filth seeps into Minas Tirith. How did this happen you may ask, how did the great King Ellesar allow this taint into his lands? Simple, in his quest to rebuild Arnor he was blind to what was happening in Gondor and Rohan, what few soldiers the RK has left were split between holding off Dundeling and orc remnants. The homelands were ripe for the taking, and they were took. By the time the rulers took notice it was too late, the RK was too weak and the crime was too strong.

Umbar harbors very secretive and hidden narcotics trade.

Osgiliath is home to slumlords and "protection" fee collectors. Undoubtedly the dirtiest of the scum.

Rohan is the most dangerous and infamous, here there are thieves, bandits, and murderers. The least organized of the crime groups.

Pelargir, better known as land of Vices is undoubtedly safest of the known crime infested cities. Here you can find brothels, gambling rings, intoxicants, you name it.

Aside from those three there are simply small local groups and/or subsidiaries of the larger groups, although Tirith is said to be home to wealthy kingpins, these are simply hushed whispers and stories to get children to behave.

Name: Gazash Daedhelos

Affiliations: Mordor orc remains

Brief story: After the fall of Sauron the remaining orcs were driven back deep into mordor and nurn. Gazash was somewhat of a leader for the rare orcs who failed to show violence towards the human settlers. Not long after RK settlers arrived he and his kind were hunted down, those who lashed out were executed and those who didn't were bound into slavery. Gazash toiled in the farms for nearly 5 years, his owners spared no chance to lash him but their daughter of 6 years old showed him kindness and compassion. The day he was rescued may have been the worst day of his life, feral orcs cut his chains and burned the farm, killing everyone inside. In a rage of guilt for the death of his little friend Gazash slew his liberators and made his way to the RK. That was 10 years ago, now Gazash serves as an ambassador for the nonviolent orcs. He takes up a nightly hobby of bringing criminals to justice, on the hopes that he shows the capacity orcs have for good.

Skills: Combat, warfare, leadership, espionage

Profession: Ambassador. Also fights crime to redeem his people

Name: Yangji Shinji Qin

Affiliations: Xinese empire, Shinji clan, and Xin royal family. (All formerly)

Brief story: The 36th son of the emperor and the former heir to the throne. He seeks out redemption in the eyes of his father, emperor of Xin. He has been cut off from the family fortune and exiled from Xin as punishment for disgracing the royal family with his viceful life.

Skills: Combat and espionage.

Profession: Wanderer in search of restoring his honor.

Name: Coaxotl

Affiliation: Tanakul alliance.

Brief story: The son of a wealthy Tauredain merchant, Coaxotl's life changed for ever when his mother was murdered and he was sold into slavery. Thus was begun his long life of hunting, hiding, and running. He masks his past with an air of comedy, but he sometimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Skills: Survival, tracking, hunting, stealth, archery, martial arts, swordplay.

Profession: Switches around.

Name: Galahad

Affiliation: None

Brief Story: He was an elf, long forgotten, served old elf lords in the first age but turned to the shadow, his desire for wealth and power being too powerful, he followed vicious leaders only late realising his mistake, betraying his dark leaders too. Now he belongs to no faction, good or evil, he is now a person with no identity and no feelings. He wants to create a new life, a new identity.

Skills: Combat, Making clever plans, Stealth

Profession: None

Name: Arahad

Affiliation: Himself and Gondor, in that order.

Story: I'm honestly pretty sure everyone knows his story.

Skills: Fighting with an arming sword in one hand and a warhammer in the other, archery, stealth, climbing, hunting, foraging, tracking.

Profession: Bounty hunter, ranger (formerly).

Name: Ohtar, for that was the name his Mother, and paternal Uncle called him. His father didn't even bother, calling him anything other than 'boy.' Affiliations: Rohan, his family (most important), his knightly order.

Brief story (highly likely to be changed): He seeks to be better than his father was, and as such joined the same knightly order, but actually followed it's tenets. He is completely unlike many of his kin, in the fact that he is a rather kind, charitable man. Who does not wish for violence unless he deems it necessary. Paradoxically, he seeks veangance, like his father did. Although he swore on the graves of many he had loved, that he would not take it to the level his father did. The very thought of which makes him wretch.

Skills: Swordplay, languages, horsemanship, survival, and the art of diplomacy. His silver tongue has defused many situations.

Profession: A sworn knight of the God of Blind Justice. The one referred to as "death that laughs." He is a rather pious one as well.

(Pat, wall message me so we can make an Azruben who fits in the current world. Same goes for anyone wishing to join the RP late)

King Ellesar stood before Gazash, "Gazash, I would not ask this of you if I had another choice, but I need your skill." He hands Gazash a slip of paper, on it is a black circle with white spikes coming out, somewhat like a mace. "Last man I sent the investigate what this meant had his head pinned to my door with a note threatening Arwen and her child if I did not forget about what happened. I need you to finish what he started"

Yangji awoke suddenly to the bells of a ship in the Pelargir harbor, he had 2 coins, tattered and dirty clothing, his blade, and the aftertaste of cheap ale. "Hey slant eyes! You better hand over what coin you got or we are going to have trouble" he sees a young man with a dagger in hand walking towards him

Coaxatl had just finished the last of his ale when he heard the scream of a woman "NO! NO! GET AWAY!" He quickly stood up. "Don't bother" the barkeep spoke softly "even if you don't get yourself killed you won't be doing anything. Another man will do the same thing to her tomorrow if you stop them today, don't waste your time with cleaning but a drop in this ocean of filth"

Galahad dreamt of days long past, days he was happy, days he belonged. He walked through the forests of Lorien, the grass was soft on his weary feet, he looked to the sky the sun was shining bright and the fish merchant was begging for his life "I don't have the money today, I got bad luck with the fish this week, please give me more time" Galahad opened his eyes, he was not in Lorien, he was on the street corner in Osgiliath. Someone had woken him, and that someone would pay.

Arahad had found his target, Peter Mason, or as he was known in the street, 'Big Boy.' He sat at a round table, pushing his coins into the pot. His fat stomach jiggled as he sat back in his chair and two women sat atop his lap. He fancied himself the head boss of Pelargir's eastern sector, soon he would be dead, and Arahad would be two thousand richer.

Ohtar wiped the blood off his cheek, another piece of trash lied dead at his feet. It didn't have to be this way, he could have been putting them in jail instead but no, they had to kidnap, rape, and kill the little girl. They did not deserve his mercy. "Hey there he is!" Ohtar heard another thug shout, he smiled