Atawol:

Born and raised across the roving plains and winding fields, Atawol was a roamer. With his discreet family ties to the land, they lived amongst a small traveling community of entertainers, amongst them acrobats, jugglers, beast tamers and the like. It was with these humble people, that taught the ways of fleet of foot and strength of arm for Atawol to make such daring feats of agility. Such prowess would give way, however when a roving band of thieves came to visit upon the city of Dale, just as the band of performers were setting stage.

Come nightfall, their festivities provided the perfect cover for these cutpurses to vandalize the wallets of the passerby near the great tents and banners. By this time, young Atawol would have been one of the lead acrobats, with a penchant for knife tricks as he swung over the heads of the audience, dazzling them with great acts of accuracy and flexibility. It was during this performance in Dale, that Atawol discovered two life changing rules. Deception has its uses, and to always come prepared. Of course these were earned later in the cell of Dale, as the band of thieves ill-informed the guard of the performers pilfering from the crowd. A lie of course, but who were the guard to believe  tenwhen they exposed a satchel of gold in one of the crates belonging to the animal tent; a modest fee for their getaway. Thus, Atawol and his family would spend months within the jail, and rebirth a colder man, but much more than that. He would discover his knack for locks. 

Some time later, he had freed himself and his family, as well as robbing back the satchel, after all, it wasn't the guards and surely it would not be missed. Instead of returning to his family, he chose to take his wanderings alone; of course until, he ran into someone in the middle of a joke.

Impacalyn:

A twisted and sickening individual, his smile is about as cruel as his daggers, and nearly as sharp. Never removing his signature wooden mask, which juts from his person like a large bird's beak. One can always know the dark holes in it are always watching. No one exactly knows why, what, or how this person even came to be; or if he is even a person at all. Seemingly melting into the background, despite his colorful attire as a jester, this man is no mere fool, but a well disciplined assassin. At least, that is what the markings on his victims describe. His cruelty only matched by his unwavering happy demeanor, he always has a trick or three up his sleeve, and more than a few riddles to throw when the cards are played. 

It was during one of his jokes, that he met a young Atawol, during his own travels along the Great East Road. At first, he took his 'punchline' out of his audience's back, contemplating whether to tell him a joke as well... until he thought of a game to play. A deadly game of chance. Needless to say whose luck won out that day, as Impacalyn has followed Atawol since, keeping to the shadows except when to perform. 

Picking up certain aspects from Atawol, he now serves as an informant, and willingly offers his blades to service those deemed by the thief to serve... as long as they aren't stuck in someone at that time. Be wary of this strange jester, lest you perform with him for the first, and last time.