Phylar

Rogue, Second-story man, cat burgler...etc.

Description:

Rich, Male Human Rog1: CR 1; Medium Humanoid ; HD 1d6+2(Rogue) ; hp 8; Init +3; Spd 30; AC:13 (Flatfooted:10 Touch:13); Atk +2 base melee, +3 base ranged; +2 (1d6+2, Rapier); AL CN; SV Fort +2, Ref +7, Will +1; STR 14, DEX 16, CON 14, INT 12, WIS 12, CHA 16. Skills: Appraise +5, Balance +7, Bluff +7, Climb +8, Jump +6, Move Silently +7, Open Lock +7, Perform +7, Search +5, Tumble +5, Use Rope +5.

Feats: Armor Proficiency: light, Dodge, Lightning Reflexes. Possessions: Weapons: Rapier (20 gp). Goods: Traveler`s outfit (1 gp); Climber`s kit (80 gp); Thieves` tools (30 gp); Backpack (2 gp).

Bio:

As long as I can remember I have been alone. Not literally alone but, alone in my soul. The only “family” I can remember having is the Guild. I was raised and trained by the local Shadow Guild and show promise as being one of the best they have trained in a long time. I am afraid that there are those in the guild that feel I have aspirations of leadership, but I feel my destiny lies elsewhere. Its early evening and I don’t know why I have chosen this vantage point, overlooking the village commons where they have set up their stage and booths. The moon is not up yet so it’s easier to blend in and not be seen. I watch as the troupe performs their evening duties as if they were performing one of their plays. It was then that I saw her. I have never seen such a woman in my life. Her beauty was un-paralleled and found myself … unsettled, as I looked upon her. I may be young but I am not a stranger to the ways of lust and I do feel I have an eye for beauty. It almost sickened me to imagine her in that way. As I said before I was one of the best in the ways of the shadow. But just as I admonishing myself for even thinking of her in that way she looked up, and with piercing green eyes she stared directly into mine. For the first time in my life I froze, all I could do was look into those eyes. She then smiled a little conspiratorial smile, winked and went back to what she was doing. Only then could I move again. I ran across the rooftops to my safe house and stayed there for the rest of the night. “What the hell was that all about?” I muttered to myself and decided there and then to find out.

Phylar

The Hinterlands rexx42