Misfit Party (male ver.)

You were having a nice drink one fine evening in the tavern when a well dressed man suddenly takes a seat from across the table.

Neizan: Well, well, what do we have here? A fine individual, sitting alone on such a lively evening. Name's Neizan Rosales. He gestures with a flourish of his hand. I'm all about opportunity, my friend, and you have that... "special air" about you. The kind of person who's meant for more than just drinking away their coin, no? He leans forward. Join me and the boys, Vel and Azazel over there, for this one job and we'll make a lot of money, eh? He rubs his fingers together.

Vel: Hmm... The black haired man rubs his chin while eyeing you intently. His presence is low, indicating he's the type who lurks in shadows.

Azazel: Another poor soul, perhaps? Or will you wise up and not let yourself be swayed by this scoundrel's honeyed words? The pretentiously named gentleman with long white hair chuckles and takes a swig of his wine. You do need money.