Character Name: Revon
Player Name: Koti~
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Social Standing: peasant
Description: Revon is a slim yet sturdy man, standing a solid 5’8 with decent muscle adding up to 168 lbs. His body is well toned from all his time spent in the sun, giving him a well toned body, a few whitish lines her and there from scars of either being caught, or stupidity. He wears them well, the most prominent being one from the back of his right shoulder down to his hip, a strike of the whip from his first big mistake. His usual outfits consist of leather breeches and his signature blue jacket, adorned with a cloth belt that is more for decoration. His hair is held back in a loose ponytail that comes just to the nape of his neck, brunette and usually tamed back. Revon is a man of his appearance, as people are less likely to suspect him over a dirty man, despite the blades on his hip.
Armor: Leather jacket that has been dyed a deep blue,
Blucker shield for simple guards and just a bit more finesse with his blades.
No cap as he finds them rather ill fitting his appearance
Primary Weapon: Two daggers, one just a few inches longer than the other. Each blade curves inwards slightly before curving back out into a point, creating a small crescent shape in the center of the blade.
Secondary weapon(s): Poisoned throwing darts to knock out guards and men and a thin knife mainly for working on unlocking chests.
Languages: Aiveti (Amorian) 2
Elin (local) 2
Skills:
Bluff 3
Knife fight 3 (Dual wield)
Sleight of Hand 2
Stealth 2
Perform (Act) 2
Disguise 1
Escape artist 1
Disable device 2
Personality: Boisterous and proud, Revon has a near insufferable desire to prove himself a man worth attention. Having had to lie and steal his way through life, Revon takes anything that he can his hands on, no matter the means. His time in the clergy did soften the rougher edges, making the once vicious and cruel man into someone with an approachable edge, wooing those who he believes can help him grow stronger. Despite this, he finds very little trust in others, the world having proven time and again that allowing one to watch your back is just another blade poised to strike. The man makes fast allies, but no friends, not wishing to deal with betrayal ever again.
Background: Revon was born to a local wench and a joe, both that didn’t want him. His mother raised him as she could, relying on him for sympathy and free money for a mother down on her luck. When he became old enough to be of use, his mother tried to foist him off on another person, from being a knight's servant, to even the butler of a simple man just for more money. Revon realized quickly that this woman held no real love for her, and ran off at the age of 5, deciding to live on the streets over being a servant before he even lived his life.
Revon struggled on the streets for two years, learning quick that the world hated beggars only slightly less than child thieves, as he managed to just only earn a meager living off scraps and few coins. His chances came when he tried, driven by hunger and greed, to steal off a blind man from the street, figuring the man a simple target. He managed to just make it down the nearest alley before being caught by several other children, then the man himself. He introduced himself as Blind Willie, the leader of almost all thieves and rogues that ran the town. No one stole anything without him learning, and he had admitted to watching Revon when he became just enough of a nuisance to him.
Deciding to train the young child, Blind Willie ordered him to live under the tutelage of the clergy, a safe haven while he worked and trained under the eyes of fellow thieves and rogues. He agreed, as the alternative was to be sent to jail.
He learned from both, learning numbers and written words from the clergymen, bluffing and lying his way out of trouble as best he could, and getting better with age. During the nights though, Revon trained under several rogues, learning to use daggers to protect his life, how to pick open doors and chests, and the best tricks to lift just about anything from the targets. He committed himself to learn them, growing up with the confidence and pride backed by skill perseverance.
Finally he bought his way out of living on the streets, knowing that all he learned was by his own strength and determination, and nothing that the clergymen taught him was worth. From there he knew he owed all to Blind Willie, but it was a debt he would happily pay through his life.
Originally Posted by Highland Sniper
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