Joseph, a simple boy. The only thing special about him per say was that he was orphaned at a young age. He didn't even remember his parents in the slightest; just that he was raised in an orphanage. He wasn't bullied or made fun of anymore then any other child. He was cared for like any other child, not more or less. He lived a normal and average life. Up until he was finally old enough to be on his own for the first time. No one adopted him, but then there were so many other children to chose from. He didn't mind... much. He set out to be a Ravager, to make a name for himself. He knew it might be difficult, but he wanted the action and adventure the life of a Ravager gave. He saved his money, bought a starting equipment pack, and said his goodbyes and headed for the next town over to start his journey.

A starter equipment pack contains basic armor, first aid kit, basic survival tools, a horse, and a wagon to carry the supplies with. The rest was for the new Ravager to buy and obtain for him or her self. Joseph did small, simple jobs so he could get more money without risking too much. Things like helping with home maintenance or finding missing pets, simple stuff. Joseph couldn't wait to get to the tougher jobs. He had done his research thoroughly and really wanted to be one of the best Ravagers, or at least the best he could be. He often paid special attention to one of the most successful and still working Ravager groups, the Goth Claws. So called because of their often emo and/or goth appearance and apparent theme, as well as many of them weren't human.

●Reala, a Nightmaren with a serious look. Like he was no joke kind of serious. He looked like a cross between a jester and a samurai, his skin white like snow, his fingers yellow like claws, and he was only a few feet shorter then an average human. He rode a customized motorcycle, and he did his job well as leader, with the help of the other members of course.
●Razcal and Razor, the accountants and money management of the group. They were anthropomorphic ravens from the kingdom of Chima, a whole nature covered land populated with tribes of anthropomorphic animals. Razcal was the good and truly non greedy raven, and he did the money counting. Razor was the greedy one, but he was kept in check by the other members and did the money advising and checking. The two often didn't get involved with the jobs, but in the stories written about the Goth Claws, the two were often some of the comic relief in the group in and out of jobs.
●Dark Pit was probably the hardest worker of the group. A literal angel, but a black clad one at that. He was mostly called the fighter of the group. He'd sometimes clash with Reala, for Dark Pit didn't like working for anyone else other then himself. However, he was always reminded of how it was his decision to join the group and how they never pushed him to do anything outside of the expected job. He rode a chariot lead by Rapidash pokemon.
●Shadow the hedgehog, the second-in-command of the group. Him and Reala began the group and rarely dispute over decisions. Shadow was also a fighter amongst the group, and he preformed his tasks with flying colors...erm, flying shades of black and red more like it? He rode an armored supply and transport van for the rest of the group.
●Vaati was... the unusual one of the group. He often did the more sensitive tasks, such as sabotage or distracting. However, if any part of the job involved "enchanting" women, that's Vaati's specialty. He often promises an evening out to the woman he "associates" with, and does his best to keep those promises. He said he comes from Hyrule, and was once a Minish. That's all he's ever said about his past though publicly. He's often the comic relief of the group, and rides the largest vehicle: a customized aircraft shaped like a large hawk. Oh, and he was also the most magic using of the group, for he was an actual sorcerer.
●Bass is a fighter for the group, and though he did sometimes clash with the other members, he was loyal to them in the end. He is a orange and black robot from an technologically advanced city, and can copy the abilities of other robots. He also had a robot wolf named Treble who he treated like his best friend and can fuse with Treble to become Super Bass. He often rides in Shadow's van for jobs that is uncertain of his need, but if needed he will use his Super Bass form to fly with the rest of the team.

Joseph loved reading the stories about the Goth Claws. They were his idol, his inspiration for being a Ravager. He collected every book they've ever published. He wanted those kinds of adventures and friends.

And boy, was he going to get them...

One night, he was planning on traveling back to his home city when he heard a fight going on in a clearing some distance away. He knew there were bandits in the area, so he didn't think much of it at first. But then they started screaming about "turning in the d**med criminal" and such things. This made Joseph curious, and he decided to look at what was going on. He found the small clearing and looked. Someone was fighting a whole horde of bandits single handedly! Joseph couldn't get a good look at the man fighting the bandits because he was moving so fast, but it appeared he wore all white and black clothes. All Joseph saw the man use for a weapon was a kitchen knife of some sort. Joseph could've sworn he saw some dried blood on the man as well. As Joseph secretly watched, one bandit got a lucky shot in and slashed the man's left side, slowing him down a good bit. However, one mustn't mess with a wounded tiger. The man quickly counterattacked and kept fighting. Eventually the bandits all were too injured to keep fighting and ran away. The man stood, panting and grimacing at his side wound, then eventually sat down against a nearby tree.

That's when Joseph got a good look at the man. White hoodie, black pants and shoes, jet black slick and wild hair, and pale skin. Then Joseph saw it... the carved smile shaped scar on the man's face. This wasn't just any man, if you could call him that. Joseph recognized that face, that boy. A couple of months prior, an anonymous person put up a wanted persons application of this young adult, saying he was a serial killer and highly mentally unstable and was to be captured and turned in ASAP. The reward was somewhere around $20,000 if Joseph recalled correctly. This wasn't just anyone...

They called him Jeff the Killer, and he was not to be messed with.

However, something seemed off about what he heard about Jeff. Supposedly he killed anyone he pleased and had little to no mercy for them, yet Jeff here had plenty of opportunities and even a clear motive for killing the bandits but yet he didn't. Sure, he injured all of them at least once, but didn't kill a single one. As they say, "curiosity killed the cat", and Joseph found himself inching closer to where Jeff sat. Not 10 feet to Jeff, Joseph suddenly stepped on a twig, which alerted the killer of Joseph's presence. Joseph immediately held his hands up and backed up slightly as Jeff quickly pointed his knife at him. Jeff spoke first, and his voice was raspy as if he hadn't drank any water or other sort of refreshment in a while. Then again, it was probably from the panting.

Jeff: (panting) Stay back... Stay away...
Joseph: Woah, easy! I-I just happened to be around when I saw those bandits fighting you... (cringes) Oye, that wound looks bad...
Jeff: (panting) ...I've had worse... Just look at my face...

Ok, Jeff just openly admitted that his face looks horrible. Not exactly what the wanted poster said... Well, this are starting to lead to the possibility that Jeff was somehow innocent, or at least not as bad as what everyone said.

Joseph: Um... look, that wound's bleeding pretty bad. I could bandage it if-
Jeff: (panting) Nice try kid... but I can tell you're a Ravager... *groans* You can't trick me like that... just leave me, will you?... (mumbling) Like everyone else in my life...

Joseph just barely heard what Jeff said. Joseph couldn't help but feel pity for this guy. He was alone, with the whole world practically and literally against him. Bleeding pretty bad too. Joseph slowly backed away, then headed for his camp. Jeff finally lowered his knife and looked away. God he wished he still had eye lids. He was shocked when he felt a fabric of some sort cover his wound and over his hand that was covering the wound. Jeff looked up to see it was Joseph, clearly concerned about him.

Joseph: Come on, you know this can get a lot worse if left untreated. Camp's not far from here so hopefully you can walk there. Name's Joseph by the way.
Jeff: 😕...... Jeff... and t-thank you...

Joseph managed to patch up the wound pretty snug. He gave Jeff some food and water, and Jeff devoured it all quickly. Jeff had to take his hoodie off so Joseph could wrap the wound properly, so Joseph got a good look at how starved Jeff looked. The ribs were showing some, and Jeff seemed sensitive to the cold, yet he stayed a little distance from the fire. Whatever happened to Jeff must've been not terribly long ago and it seemed to involve Jeff's clear dislike of fire.

Jeff: ....You know I'm a wanted person, right? I honestly don't care if you turn me in. (Mumbling) Probably deserve whatever I get...
Joseph: 😯... What happened to you? To look like... that...
Jeff: ...I... I honestly don't remember, not much anyway. But I know this; I made too many bad choices, and I... I... I went over the edge... You can't tell me this... this "smile" wasn't self-inflicted. I burned alive, and went over the edge, and now... *sigh* Sometimes I wonder if I'm already dead or not, because this scar, this skin, this life... it certainly feels like h*ll to me...
Joseph: 😦... Please, you mustn't say that... those things. Listen, you look like you need a doctor. I know one in my home city that can-
Jeff: Look kid, I can tell you're a rookie Ravager, and I know how much they want me for. You turn me in, you get more then enough money to kickstart your business in high gear... *sigh* I don't have anywhere to go, nor any real clue why this even..."happened" to me. But I know I've killed, I just don't remember. I... wasn't thinking straight, at all... I probably deserve whatever they've got planned for me...
Joseph: ...To be honest, I never even thought of that... but I mean it, I know a doctor who can look at you and help you. You don't have to talk to me anymore after I take you to him, just let me know you're being taken care of and treated right.
Jeff: .....You mean that kid? You're stupid enough to not turn me in and get that money because I'm sick and pitiful and all kinds of broken?
Joseph: I think the correct word is "kind" enough, not "stupid" enough. Besides, that wanted poster's description of you doesn't quite add up to what you're telling me here. And anyway you really do look like you need a doctor. You're hungry, thirsty, alone, and hurt with physical and mental wounds. The least I can do is take you to someone who can treat you for your... issues.

For a moment Jeff was silent. Then he turned his head to look at Joseph. Though his eye lids were missing, Joseph could tell Jeff was looking at him with sad eyes, like a little puppy who was just rescued from abuse and wondered "is this person going to care for me, or abandon me?". Was Joseph serious? Jeff took a while to respond, often looking back and forth between Joseph and empty space. Jeff then gave a small and real smile to Joseph.

Jeff: (chuckled lightly) Kid, you're crazy... Welp, either way I've no where to go and nothing to call mine but this knife, the clothes on my back, and a unforgivable reputation. You're the first person to help me since h*ll had its way with me... Alright. I'll go with ya. I won't even complain if you take me to the authorities afterwards.
Joseph: (chuckles lightly) I know you won't, because I ain't turning you in until I get a full understanding of what happened to ya. Deal?
Jeff: ...You can try kid. You can try... Joseph.