Username:WhistfulSoul
Race:Human
Name: Terryn
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Terryn believes in a few philosophies: you can’t blame a man for trying, and you must respect him for doing so; what someone doesn’t know won’t hurt them, until you draw blood; do what you must to survive, no-holds-barred, especially when you’re backed into a corner; respect only those who have the power to take yours; and trust no one but those who do not trust you either. As such, he is a very sly person, always saying one thing but meaning another, (a trick he learned from reading elven literature). Somewhere in the family tree above him was a supposed magician, but all that’s left in the family is very well practiced sleight of hand, and while Terryn prefers to stay under the tree of knowledge, he likes using sleight of hand tricks for both entertainment and stealing.
Technique: Terryn isn’t a particularly large person, so he prefers to stay away from direct conflict. He’ll try to pick off his enemies from a distance with his bow, or if he can he’ll stay in the shadows long enough to slit someone’s throat. If he does happen to get caught, his agility and litheness should keep him out of most harm’s reach, but he will stand and fight when needed.
Primary Weapon: Short sword and a kite-shaped buckler
Secondary Weapon: Bow and arrow; small throwing knives
Garments:Light gray and black stained leather over a thin layer of chain armor, basically exactly as the picture details. He also has a hooded scarf over his shoulders for a quick disguise during getaways.
Bio: Terryn was born into a poor family, in a shoddy part of the city of Ash, (which he liked to think the name came from the color of the town, and the mood it set upon the people, settling like ash from a volcanic eruption). He had several older siblings, most of which picked on him, so he taught himself a few tricks to survive. Food was scarce for him and his family, so he had to nab it from whomever or wherever he could, most times little bits from his older brothers, but sometimes he would sneak into the market and steal for his family. His parents talked to him about it once, but they knew that they needed it, so they didn’t question him. And besides stealing, he learned to run, sometimes from his brothers who wanted their food and other things back, but most times from the angry shop owners before he got good at what he did. Eventually he got good enough that the king thought it wise to send soldiers to apprehend him, because just a few days after his nineteenth birthday, he was on his way to the capital, Haven. He managed to get out by tricking the guards a few times, but they stopped him before he got far at all. Now that he’s been in the place for so long, he’s become part of the guard’s little talking group, and now that he’s heard of the king’s mission to rescue his daughter, he thinks he’s found both his way out of prison and his families way out of poverty.
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