Corvos Mist-Hand

[Corvos Mist-Hand]

Corvos Mist-Hand Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 29 Birthday: 30, Winter, 483 AV Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Corvos is a man of generic height and complexion. Standing only at 5'10 and weighing about 185 pounds. This played well for him as it was always easy for him to blend into a crowd. It was as if he was created in the image of a thief. His hair rests just below his ears and is a dark raven color. His face is fitted with a surprisingly well kept goatee that matches the color on his head, although most of his head and face is hidden with a cloak nearly all the time thus making such features hidden. His eyes are that of emerald and tell a tale of a most gruesome history. His muscle toned body is riddled with several miscellaneous scars due to past abuse, self inflicted wounds through training, and other random encounters with the wildlife of this world. Although he has trained rigorously with his dagger, his hands are surprisingly soft, perhaps due to his affinity with the dagger training or his skill with other shady hand gestures requiring a soft touch. Character Concept Corvos is deceptive in many ways, although he has a heart of compassion and somewhat of a code. He will steal and lie to benefit himself, but never in a way that would bring physical harm to anyone innocent. He never lends a hand to help unless he is offered something in return. To most, this concept is highly misunderstood. When he asks for something in return, he doesn't always mean gold. It could be simply fulfilling his thrist for adventure, or seeing that the profit mongers are brought down a peg or two. Character History As a child, Corvos spent his days playing in the dirty streets along with his comrades and stealing food from the markets in order to survive the harsh life of the commoner of his time. His days were indeed filled with the joys of tampering childishly with the law and escaping its grasp nearly every time, but the nights, haunted him still to this day. Once he returned home or was escorted by an enraged market owner, it mattered not, his brothers would mercilessly beat and tease him to no end. His father was rarely home so his wounds would prove as no evidence to this cruelty and were passed off as roughhousing with the troublemakers down the narrow alleways or fighting the grasp of a shop owner he had just stolen from. But when his father was home, he taught Corvos the way of the streets and how to survive without the need of employment. Pickpocketing and deception were the toys he was given to play with, not dolls nor wooden swords. In his adolescent years, his father began to teach him more about the shady ways of the world and how to use them to his advantage. It was not long into this until he was trusted with his fathers silver dagger, which was simple in some ways bu not in its craft. It was beautifully formed and sharpened with a very honed edge. After the day this was given to him, Corvos never put it down, not even in his sleep. It would make his father smile to look to where Corvos rest and see the shining blade clasped tightly in his hands. By then, Corvos was known in the markets as Mist-Hand due to his prowess in shoplifting and easily getting away from the knights or market goers. As the boy became man, he adopted the last lesson his father would teach him, the art of hypnotism. Seeing is how his father was neither a master or expert in the craft, Corvos learned the simple powers of suggestions to get his way or avoid a confrontation. Since it was a low level of magic, he never came to realize that magic had a cost for its gifts and to this day, still does not know. Perhaps in the later years of his life, when his skill is more advanced, he will learn that great magic will require a heavy price, none of which any gold rimmed jewel could cover. As the history catches up to become present, we learn the darkness within the destined rogue. It was never apparent to him why his father was never home or why he never knew his mother, but it was evident to all others that Corvos's father had a terrible gambling problem. This lead to the eventual slaughtering of his father and brothers. For the remaining few years, Corvos still wanders the same streets, minus the friends who would now become fathers, knights and businessmen. With dagger in hand and the shadows at his back, he vows revenge to the ones who took what little family he had left. But, even in the darkest reaches of his soul, still burns the embers for adventure and friendship. It only remains to be seen depending who he meets on his way. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Dagger 15 SP 15 Novice Stealth 10 SP 10 Novice Hypnotism 10 SP 10 Novice Sleight of Hand 15 RB, 15 SP 30 Competent Lores Helpful Lores: (Pick 2) Lore of Syliran Geography Lore of Syliran Culture Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak (Black) -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 100 Gold Mizas Heirloom: Silverfang, The dagger given to Corvos by his father which was crafted as a sign of pride in his family. Before Corvus was born, his father was given a set of silver tableware by his mother to get money for the older brothers. Instead, he had the silver melted down and forged into a dagger, which was used through thievery to gain money to feed the family. Such acts were able to support the family until Corvos was born and the father was consumed in the games of coin. Housing House: Corvos still lives in the home he was raised in, and where his brothers and father were murdered. Each day, he sees the blood stains on the stones, using it as a reminder to never gamble as his father did. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Thread List None as of yet