Backstory
So, here am I, 114 years old, slinking about the ruins of a former capital for wealth and reputation. Why not? It rains often, and the clouds are a welcome salve to my sensitive eyes and skin. I owe some allegiance to my brothers and sisters in The Nest, but they shall be getting a goodly cut of my loot among the ruins. Nathan will be a good Head Orphan, probably far better than I, for most folks won’t be concerned about his nature just because of the color of his skin. I haven’t met many others like me, just Wiellken, who taught me my hand crossbow skills, and the best times to drop a spot of dark and make myself scarce. He had been Head Orphan for a score of years before I arrived, wet in my swaddling clothes. I had been abandoned deep in a mine, found by a set of dwarves who didn’t see my skin color for weeks, when they brought me to the surface for the first time. They brought me straight to the Nest. Wiellken took me in, taught me languages, crossbow skills, and how to make my way quickly and quietly into the small, unwatched places that abound in rich abodes and busy streets. Years passed, and once the tight spaces started becoming too tight, we agreed that I should apprentice with a small halfling circus, the Shoebuckle Shiners. It seems that greasepaint and gloves can conceal a variety of traits, and I learned a jester’s trade, juggling and all. And I discovered that every country has their own take on my complexion. I fared well where greed ruled, as the rules tend to matter less where gold is the issue. .
Treasure Seeker
Feature: Detail-Oriented
You double your proficiency bonus when making any ability check to search the ruins of Drakkenheim.
CHARACTERISTICS
ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Neutral
GENDER
male
EYES
violent er violet
SIZE
Medium
HEIGHT
5 ft
FAITH
lolth
HAIR
bright
SKIN
not bright
AGE
114
WEIGHT
104lb.
Personality Traits
I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me. Control is power. And it's kinda badass.
I am incredibly slow to trust. Those who seem the fairest often have the most to hide. Maybe its because of an ex. Yeah, it's because of an ex.
I can’t help it if valuable objects lying around end up in my pockets. It’s for safe keeping. That should be in a museum!!!!!
Ideals
Freedom. Chains are meant to be broken, as are those who would forge them. Yet I have nothing against blacksmiths. They're fine.(Chaotic)
I never take from anyone who couldn’t afford to lose it. I am a treasure hunter, not a thief. And the poor have crappy stuff.(Lawful)
Bonds
Something important to me was stolen. I’ve longed to get it back ever since.It's a special magical eyepatch, and it means a great deal to me. It belonged to my murdered grandmother. They hall reckoned that I did her in, but were unable to prove anything. . But then some adventurers came and wiped out our settlement. Took my inheritance, the patch.I've found a few of them, but they didn't have the eyepatch. Too bad, because now they need one.
Flaws
My entire identity is layers of falsities presented to hide my true self, for I am not a good person. I’ve never told the truth for as long as I can remember and it’s too late now to stop. When you lie all the time, the truth becomes another tall tale. There's refuge in that.