a group of bandits

Leader. Primary weapon: a two-handed sword. Cool-headed and calculating, he's able to keep the gang in check and plan ambushes several moves ahead. Height - 188 cm, age - 37 years. Appearance: Tall, wiry, with sharp features; a scar from an old wound on his left forearm; wears a dark leather coat with worn trim; his gaze is heavy, as if constantly assessing the threat. He used to be the right-hand man of the Desert Shadows gang leader—he served there for ten years, surviving dozens of ambushes and caravan robberies. When the former leader was treacherously killed in the back during a division of the spoils, Mark didn't resort to massacre, but rather harshly rebuked those who had begun squabbling for power. His authority and cold calculation convinced the others that only under his leadership would the gang survive. So he assumed command, retaining the core of the old group and gradually recruiting new members.

His primary weapon is a crossbow. He's taciturn and extremely collected; he can't stand unnecessary chatter, but he's rock-solid in action. Height - 172 cm, age - 41 years. Appearance: stocky, with broad shoulders; a deep scar crosses his face from his temple to his chin; his eyebrows are thick and drawn together; his clothes are dark, without decoration; on his belt is a set of spare bolts. He was in the same Desert Shadows gang before Mark's rise to prominence, serving there as a "silent death": he'd stay at a distance, wait, and take out his target with a single bolt. After the leadership change, he didn't flee like some of the older fighters, but stayed: he knew Mark from previous encounters and understood that with him, the gang wouldn't fall apart in the middle of the desert. Now he's considered the squad's reliable rearguard—if Hans is in position, no one will approach unnoticed.

His primary weapon is a revolver. He has a daring and adventurous nature, loves risk, but also knows when to retreat. Height - 183 cm, age - 26 years. Appearance: toned, with sculpted muscles; dressed in a black leather jacket with studs, a red bandana covering the lower part of his face, dark hair combed back, a reckless glint in his eyes. He used to operate alone on the outskirts of canyons, setting up small ambushes for lone travelers, until one day he ran into a patrol and found himself trapped. Mark's gang happened to be passing by and rescued him with covering fire; in gratitude, Cal stayed with them, quickly demonstrating his mastery of a revolver. His audacity came in handy—he became the one to distract the enemy and provoke them into making mistakes.

His primary weapon is a heavy club. He has a rough and straightforward personality; in battle, he charges head-on, speaks little, but fights to the death for his own. Height - 196 cm, age - 33 years. Appearance: massive, with a bull-like neck and huge hands; thick dark beard, frowning eyebrows, a cape of rough fabric with a fur trim over his shoulders, a heavy gait, the ground seems to tremble slightly with his steps. Before joining the gang, he was a mercenary for a local baron, hauling cargo and guarding caravans, until the baron decided to save money and set his men on him. Thorn escaped, but lost everything he had accumulated and harbored a grudge against the "lord's ways." Hearing of Mark, who never betrays his own, he approached him himself and offered him strength in exchange for a place in the ranks. Since then, he's been the squad's battering ram, smashing through any barrier.

His primary weapon is a saber. He's boastful and self-assured, loves to show off, but he never lets down in a pinch. Height - 185 cm, age - 30 years. Appearance: Tall and stately, with a well-groomed dark mustache and sideburns; wears a bright vest over a shirt, the cuffs are decorated with embroidery, holds himself with deliberate elegance, as if he were not a robber, but an aristocrat at a ball. He formerly served in the city guard until it was discovered that he was "discreetly" robbing detainees and covering up small-time gangs. He was expelled in disgrace, but his swordsmanship and ability to carry himself with the air of a nobleman remained. He initially aroused mistrust in Mark's gang, but he proved himself no coward in battle. Now he's used in situations where he needs to show off and intimidate—Drake knows how to talk to his victims in a way that makes them hand over valuables.

His primary weapon is a bow. He has a calm and observant nature, preferring to stay in the shadows and being the first to spot danger. Height - 178 cm, age - 29 years. Appearance: lean, with a toned figure; a face so unremarkable as to blend into the landscape; sand-colored hair; clothes that blend into the desert background—sand and beige tones; a quiver of arrows and a small hunting knife on his belt. He grew up in frontier settlements, where he learned from childhood to hide in rocks and track game. When his village was raided, he lost his family and fled into the wilderness, surviving by hunting and petty theft. Mark's gang stumbled upon him when Finn quietly removed their lookout. Instead of reprisal, Mark recognized his talent and offered him a place in the troop. Since then, Finn has been the gang's eyes: he's the first to spot danger and plots stealthy routes.

His primary weapon is a battle axe. He is fierce and hot-tempered; in battle, he flies into a frenzy, but outside of combat, he tries to keep to himself. Height - 192 cm, age - 35 years. Appearance: Huge, with extremely broad shoulders; clearly visible muscles and dark tattoos in the form of runes on his arms; short-cropped hair; heavy gaze; rough clothing with leather inserts for protection. He was once a blacksmith in a small oasis, but a blood feud with a neighboring clan resulted in his workshop being burned down and him being declared an outlaw. He retreated into the canyons, grew embittered, and began to seek revenge until he realized he couldn't stand alone. Upon meeting Mark, Zar saw in him a man who didn't question his past but valued strength and loyalty. He brought a fury to the gang that could tear down barriers and became one of the most fearsome fighters.

His primary weapon is a musket. He's cautious and pragmatic, always planning his escape route and checking his gear several times. Height - 170 cm, age - 44 years. Appearance: of average height, with a hunched back from long walks; wears a tattered hooded cloak, his face partially obscured by shadow, his movements measured, and on his belt is a set of tools for cleaning weapons and spare bullets. In his youth, he was a bounty hunter, tracking down loners and small gangs, until he realized he was gradually becoming a target for those seeking glory at his expense. Tired of constantly being watched, he joined Mark's gang as the "lesser evil": there's order here, and the leader doesn't sacrifice his own for glory. Now Morgan is responsible for long-range shooting and ensuring the squad always has an escape route.

His primary weapons are gunpowder charges, homemade bombs, and fuses; in close combat, he uses a short cleaver. He's nervous but focused when it comes to explosive devices; he loves calculations and diagrams and can spend hours explaining how a fuse works. Height - 175 cm, age - 28 years. Appearance: wiry, with quick, twitching movements; traces of gunpowder and small scars on his fingers; wears a leather apron with many pockets for tools; hair is tousled; eyes sparkle with excitement at the sight of a barrel of gunpowder. In his youth, he worked as an apprentice to a pyrotechnician in a border town, helping prepare fireworks for celebrations, until he became fascinated with "louder" experiments. One botched explosion destroyed the warehouse, forcing Bruno to flee. In the desert, he met Mark's men, who appreciated his passion for explosions and his skill in crafting charges from improvised materials; now he sets traps and clears rubble, turning rocks into weapons.

His primary weapon is a small dagger for self-defense; he rarely participates in combat, his job being to treat the wounded. He is reserved and prudent, speaks little, but every word carries weight; he maintains composure even in the chaos of battle. Height - 176 cm, age - 39 years. Appearance: thin, with fine features and attentive gray eyes; wears a long dark cloak, under which is a bag with bandages, herbs, and vials; on his hands are thin leather gloves, his movements are neat and precise. He used to be a field medic in a mercenary company, treating wounds after skirmishes and knowing how to bring a man back from the brink of death even in the field. When the company disbanded, he wandered the wastelands, helping travelers for food and water, until he encountered Mark's gang: they were carrying a wounded soldier, and Evan saved his life right by the fire. Mark offered him a place in the squad on the condition that he treat everyone indiscriminately; Evan agreed, tired of losing patients due to a lack of supplies—with the gang, at least he had a chance to save someone.