Cadin Crouse

[Cadin Crouse]

Cadin Crouse Race: Human Age: 31 Birth-dateWinter, 481 AV Gender: Male Weight: 189lbs Home Region: Sunberth Loyalty : N/A Current Whereabouts: Sunberth. Appearance: Secret : Standing at an average of 5'8", it would be near impossible to point Cadin out from a group passerby's, as anything but that, a normal passing citizen. His dark hair is cut short and proper. And the average sideburns do not draw much attention themselves. The typical dark brown eyes themselves do not make his features easily distinguishable. Cadin passes as an ordinary man, in a rough city life. A look that is as common as false whispered promises between men and women sharing a pitcher of ale. Personality: Secret : If you asked the woman about Cadin, they would claim he is a gentle lost soul. Who always manages to find himself in mis-fortunate situations. If you would ask men who have shared loyalty and shed blood with him, about him. Many would claim Cadin as a survivor. Saying that he only does what is necessary in dire situations, and that Cadin truly despised unnecessary carnage. If you asked about him, from men who have crossed him. They would likely tell you how they regret their actions. Because they had no idea the violence that Cadin was capable of distributing so mercilessly. Cadin has no defining behavioral patterns. He is in fact, the definition of a survivor. With a knack for sweet talking women, and playing on their emotions. He often uses them as a means for information or assistance. In a large battle scene, Cadin would be of meager use. Without proper large weapon training, he would fall quickly under the pressures. Instead, he carries several daggers throughout his apparel. making him a fine asset in tight quarters. Cadin is able to blend into the Sunberth society without drawing much attention, which is key to surviving in the harsh streets of the city. He is excellent at persuading most into looking at things the way he wants them. Earning his place among the Daggerhands several times over. In truth, he is a violent bastard of the city. Wearing a face meant for bedding women. He fights back from expressing his true feelings of hatred. Hatred for the people walking next to him, hatred for how the the city forces peoples hands, hatred for the men who use other men for personal gain, hatred for the fact he himself is one of those men. Cadin truly hates nearly all aspects of life familiar to him. The facade he displays, is necessary for survival. History: Secret : Birthed from a nameless harlot, Cadin was quickly pawned off to the Sunset Quarters Orphanage. A woman named Krissy, took him in as her own. Krissy still resides in Sunset Quarters, offering her hand to those hopeless souls who have no other place in the cruel, brutal world of Mizarhar. Krissy raised him as her own blood, often giving up her own meals so the young growing boy could keep up his strength. He loved her as any son would love a mother, more so than most probably. Around the age of 15, he starting venturing out on his own more frequently. A dangerous thing to do in a city who makes money from the slave trade. Regardless of the dangers, he grow braver and more reckless each time he was out, almost taunting the unseen dangers. Cadin was likable enough, so naturally he began making friends along these adventures. Among the click he made himself a part of, was Robert, Audrey, Kym, and Danill. The young adults each had a skill set as varying as their background. Together they made a very successful group of small time thieves. Years passed, and the kids grew to learn the streets and to feel the pulse of the city. Cadin's first experience with the brutalities of city life left his mind tortured and scarred. One night while pick-pocketing a drunken sailor exiting "The Drunken Fish". Cadin was keeping an eye out on his friend Danill, the boy had devishly slick hands. The victim never even knew he had lost what remained of his latest payday. It was the man who was watching Danill from a shadowy building side that worried Cadin, the man seemed to be stalking Danill. A few days later, the boys and girls were at their nightly runs again. This time, Kym would act as a pretty distraction while Robert would rob the victim blindly. Kym was attempting to sweet talk a dark clad man, while Robert waded his way through the croud from behind. Cadin, standing watch near an open backroom door, in-case a quick escape was needed. A chill went down his spine when he noticed the man Kym was addressing, it was the same figure who had been watching the groups operations so closely days ago. Before Cadin could act on warning the others, a stream of blood began pouring from Kym's lifeless mouth. A dagger had been run into her lungs and drug upward toward her heart, killing her almost instantly. Simultaneously, another large man seized Robert from behind, driving a short-sword through his heart. The lifeless form of one of his only friends fell to the ground in a heap, the attackers plundered the bodies and disappeared into the crowded night. Cadin and the others ran, for almost an hour the three surviving members ran out of shock and fear. Eventually the adrenaline fled their bodies, and they found themselves exhausted in an unknown part of the city. Danill, leaned in on Cadin's arm for support. Audrey began checking the lashings of her boots, inspecting for broken elements. An unexpected blow knocked Cadin to his knees. Danill stand over him holding a bloodied piece of brick. Cadin's voice faltered as he gazed upon one of his friends asking why he set them up. His words were cut short from an intense terrible pain that entered his body. He fell to the ground, nearly loosing consciousness. "Money buys loyalty old friend.." Were the last words he heard from his friend Danill. He awoke back in the residence Krissy called home. She told him the tale of how an old friend of hers had seen her boy lying in a pool of his own blood with a dagger extruding from his lungs. How he had brought the boy back, because he cared of Krissy. From that day fourth Cadin's view of the world changed. Before he though lightly of the things he was doing, no real penalties had been paid. Now two friends were dead, the other two betrayed him an left him for dead. An intense feeling of hatred began growing inside him that day forth, one that has yet to relinquish it's hold on him. Cadin spent the next few years tracking the men who had murdered and betrayed him and his friends. One by one, Cadin tracked down the men, and each man, he left broken and mutilated. The only life he took was that of Dannil, who's blood Cadin forced Audrey to drink after she watched him bleed to death. He then took three fingers off each hand, ensuring she would never raised a dagger properly again. The others got it worse, one lost an entire limb, the other wears only nubs on an entire hand. Both have matching facial scars, a "C" etched into their cheek. The underworld of Sunberth allowed him to exercise his twisted intentions on those deserving. From the shadows, he lurks, waiting for orders, for the next mission, for whatever this cruel world can hurl at him. Possessions - Simple room in Sunset Quarters, hearth, bunk, chest, chair and small wooden table. 1 complete set of simple clothing Gladius blade (-45gm) 4 Assassin's Daggers (- 16) Item Cost Balance N/A N/A 100 4 Assassin's Daggers 16 84 Gladius Blade 45 16 Lores- *Sunberth Street Layout *Lore of the Daggerhand Skills Skill XP Total Proficiency Investigation 10 SP 10 Novice Camouflage 10 SP 10 Novice Persuasion 10 SP 10 Novice Dagger 25 SP, RB 25 Novice Stealth 10 SP 10 Novice