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Name: Firelis Tvy’ern
Nickname: Fii
Age: 17
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 68 kg
Occupation: Pickpocket
Personality:
Firelis Tvy’ern was born a merry, mischievous, mercurial little blight. There was a sense of quickness to him, quick of temper and quick to strike, quick to understand and quick of mind, and also quick to apologize with a quick tongue. He was an unkempt, wild youth who was tried hard to believe in his own invincibility despite knowing that he was less than he hoped to be. He wasn't so brave. He could be afraid of the dark. He was a bit of a fool. He liked companionship and loathed to leave friends behind, but he would consider abandoning friend and innocents both to the guillotine if it meant his own life. He had less honor than he would have liked, but more than honor than he thought he did.
History:
Firelis Tvy’ern was born to a tribe of nomadic wanderers, a group of mostly warriors and huntsmen and sellswords and whores, with a few slaves for good measure. He was the first son of the leader of the group, borne to a good woman who was, strangely, neither slave nor whore, but a fierce warrioress in her own right. Fii’s birth was unceremonious in the middle of a winter night, and his linage was base and warranted no boasts.
Fii was brought up in an environment both hard and crass. His family were forever on the move, forging an existence however they could, usually through hardwon coppers snatched in battles, and when times were truly hard, through crime and thievery. As a child, he learnt to pick pockets and be fleet of foot, and to cry mercy in the rare cases he was caught. And thus Fii earned his living. And he grew. It wasn’t a pretty life, but he had parents and laughter and fire and warmth, and people whom he was proud to call family.
He was sixteen and a half when his mother split from the group, disappearing one night without warning. There was a message on a scrap parchment, a mild farewell addressed to Fii only, and nothing else. His family, strangely enough, were content to let his mother go. Fii, however, was not. Days later, his own travel pack was slung over his shoulders, and off and away he was headed, alone.
He did not stay alone for long, and picked up a companion sometime between the first and sixth month after leaving home. Recently, Fii and his companion were seen around the Concordia forests.
Appearance:
He was a hungry, young, wary thing, with too much length and too little bulk. He carried himself with the awkwardness of youth who weren’t done growing, all shuffling gait and quiet hunch of one who had not yet proven himself to be anything at all, warring with a desire to prove himself worthwhile of standing with his back straight and neck tall. He had a short crop of coppery hair that went everywhere, and sharp green eyes occasionally full of pride and mischief, but just as occasionally full of storm and strife.
Skills:
Pickpocket -- Fii’s a damned good pickpocket. Especially in a crowd.
Lockpicking -- Part of the a thief’s skill book. Pretty standard.
Misdirection -- A street performer’s skill that comes in handy when Fii needs to filch additional pocket change. Focus your audience’s attention elsewhere, so that your own sleight-of-hand tricks can be completed without notice.
Aggressive Negotiations -- Or a more diplomatic term for beating the shit out of that other motherfucking asshole. Preferably with his fists.
Advanced Dagger Wielding -- He’s rather nifty with a pair of daggers. It has gotten him out of many a tight situations.
Survival Cookery -- He knows enough of what’s edible and what’s not out in the wilderness, and he knows how not to burn things into crisps over a fire.
Basic Tracking -- He can follow a fresh trail in the wilderness.
Basic First Aid -- He has learned how to clean a wound, stench the blood, and bind it with bandages properly. However, removing arrows and setting bones are a little out of his scope of experience.
Abilities:
Shadow Walking-- Fii has an instinctively, innate affinity with the dark. Under the covers of shadows, he can subdue his own presence with enough focus and a little misdirection, and seemingly become invisible for up to fifteen seconds if he doesn’t move. In addition, he can move for up to three seconds before being noticed.
Darkvision-- Lately, it seems like the darkness has been favoring him more than ever. Fii has found that he can see in pitch-black areas where there are no light sources at all. The extent of his vision is similar to what it would be during the day. However, he has trouble differentiating between most colors in the darkness, as they seem indistinct.
Above-Average Movement Speed -- He runs a little faster than your average human [1.5x speed]. Just a little faster. He spent so much time running from things lately.
Above-Average Reaction Speed -- Fii has seen a fair bit of combat since leaving home, and that experience has made him limber. His reaction speed is now a little better than your average human [1.5x speed]. This means that unless otherwise cornered, he can escape most average-speed close range attacks.
Equipment/Weapons:
Iron daggers x2
Travel pack
Change of clothes
Name: Firelis Tvy’ern
Nickname: Fii
Age: 17
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Weight: 68 kg
Occupation: Pickpocket
Personality:
Firelis Tvy’ern was born a merry, mischievous, mercurial little blight. There was a sense of quickness to him, quick of temper and quick to strike, quick to understand and quick of mind, and also quick to apologize with a quick tongue. He was an unkempt, wild youth who was tried hard to believe in his own invincibility despite knowing that he was less than he hoped to be. He wasn't so brave. He could be afraid of the dark. He was a bit of a fool. He liked companionship and loathed to leave friends behind, but he would consider abandoning friend and innocents both to the guillotine if it meant his own life. He had less honor than he would have liked, but more than honor than he thought he did.
History:
Firelis Tvy’ern was born to a tribe of nomadic wanderers, a group of mostly warriors and huntsmen and sellswords and whores, with a few slaves for good measure. He was the first son of the leader of the group, borne to a good woman who was, strangely, neither slave nor whore, but a fierce warrioress in her own right. Fii’s birth was unceremonious in the middle of a winter night, and his linage was base and warranted no boasts.
Fii was brought up in an environment both hard and crass. His family were forever on the move, forging an existence however they could, usually through hardwon coppers snatched in battles, and when times were truly hard, through crime and thievery. As a child, he learnt to pick pockets and be fleet of foot, and to cry mercy in the rare cases he was caught. And thus Fii earned his living. And he grew. It wasn’t a pretty life, but he had parents and laughter and fire and warmth, and people whom he was proud to call family.
He was sixteen and a half when his mother split from the group, disappearing one night without warning. There was a message on a scrap parchment, a mild farewell addressed to Fii only, and nothing else. His family, strangely enough, were content to let his mother go. Fii, however, was not. Days later, his own travel pack was slung over his shoulders, and off and away he was headed, alone.
He did not stay alone for long, and picked up a companion sometime between the first and sixth month after leaving home. Recently, Fii and his companion were seen around the Concordia forests.
Appearance:
He was a hungry, young, wary thing, with too much length and too little bulk. He carried himself with the awkwardness of youth who weren’t done growing, all shuffling gait and quiet hunch of one who had not yet proven himself to be anything at all, warring with a desire to prove himself worthwhile of standing with his back straight and neck tall. He had a short crop of coppery hair that went everywhere, and sharp green eyes occasionally full of pride and mischief, but just as occasionally full of storm and strife.
Skills:
Pickpocket -- Fii’s a damned good pickpocket. Especially in a crowd.
Lockpicking -- Part of the a thief’s skill book. Pretty standard.
Misdirection -- A street performer’s skill that comes in handy when Fii needs to filch additional pocket change. Focus your audience’s attention elsewhere, so that your own sleight-of-hand tricks can be completed without notice.
Aggressive Negotiations -- Or a more diplomatic term for beating the shit out of that other motherfucking asshole. Preferably with his fists.
Advanced Dagger Wielding -- He’s rather nifty with a pair of daggers. It has gotten him out of many a tight situations.
Survival Cookery -- He knows enough of what’s edible and what’s not out in the wilderness, and he knows how not to burn things into crisps over a fire.
Basic Tracking -- He can follow a fresh trail in the wilderness.
Basic First Aid -- He has learned how to clean a wound, stench the blood, and bind it with bandages properly. However, removing arrows and setting bones are a little out of his scope of experience.
Abilities:
Shadow Walking-- Fii has an instinctively, innate affinity with the dark. Under the covers of shadows, he can subdue his own presence with enough focus and a little misdirection, and seemingly become invisible for up to fifteen seconds if he doesn’t move. In addition, he can move for up to three seconds before being noticed.
Darkvision-- Lately, it seems like the darkness has been favoring him more than ever. Fii has found that he can see in pitch-black areas where there are no light sources at all. The extent of his vision is similar to what it would be during the day. However, he has trouble differentiating between most colors in the darkness, as they seem indistinct.
Above-Average Movement Speed -- He runs a little faster than your average human [1.5x speed]. Just a little faster. He spent so much time running from things lately.
Above-Average Reaction Speed -- Fii has seen a fair bit of combat since leaving home, and that experience has made him limber. His reaction speed is now a little better than your average human [1.5x speed]. This means that unless otherwise cornered, he can escape most average-speed close range attacks.
Equipment/Weapons:
Iron daggers x2
Travel pack
Change of clothes