Astaran Quell

There was no sound around the table except for the rattling of dice under the cups. Deafening in the tense silence of the tavern, whose patrons crowded around the two men at the table. A pile of gold lay between them. The dice stopped their rattling. The half-orc peeked beneath the dice-cup. He smirked and threw a handful of gold on the pile.
"Three sevens" he growled between bared tusked teeth.
It was hard to see anything but the gold eyes of his opponent beneath their large, wide brimmed hat. Their eyes moved down to their own cup, peeked at their dice, and slowly moved back up to the half-orc.
"Oh, well what do you know...snake eyes." he hissed
The half-orc chuckled in confusion. "What? That's not a hand in Liar's Di-"
In a flash the man in the wide-brimmed hat shot up and flipped the table towards the half-orc, and as he did two hand-crossbows extended from inside his sleeves.

Astaran Quell is a bad man. A bad man with a history of getting the job done. He is so well known for being a bad man that it shocked most of the criminal underworld to hear that Quell had joined up with a crew of not-so-bad-men called The Gambit. None however, believed the rumor that Astaran Quell, famed cutthroat, assassin, bounty-hunter, kidnapper, scoundrel, cheat, liar, and tax-evader had earned a Merit of Heroism personally awarded by the King of Lightharbor himself. Among such unbelievers was Quell himself. 
A yuan-ti rogue of superlative skill, Astaran Quell is an infamous assassin and mercenary known for his penchant for theatrics and bravado. He is currently a member of the adventuring party known as The Gambit.