Vandred
Well, since I'm in here I might as well pick up something for myself.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: 'Professional' Thief
Fealty:
Crownsworn
Family:
None
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 22
Birthday: 8/18
Religion: Shamanism
Vocation: Criminal
Height: average height
Hair Color: auburn
Eye Color: blue.
Skintone: pale
Description: Weathered, gone is the youth that keeps the lines and strain from appearing on his features, skin taking on a rougher texture as the abuse of environment and lifestyle lay their own particular wounds and scars. His eyes have sunken just enough to become haunted rather than brooding, lids deep and darkened no matter the amount of sleep that his body gets.
Hair that was auburn is now silver, left disheveled and allowed to run free, with a stroke of gray stubble that highlights a strong jawline, soft lips that hint at true age, and laugh lines that look almost out of place on his stern, stubborn features.
His build has been worked out of its previously average state, with strong, sharp angles to highlight a performers physique.
Personality: Happy go lucky. Happy go lucky into peoples houses in the middle of the night, just to see the nice things they have. Cheerful. Cheerfully taking a few things here and there - not enough to leave someone destitute. Charitable. After ensuring that there's enough for him, there's enough for others. It's all about sharing, and caring. Because nobody higher up really does.
Background: Born to a pair of commoner parents who owed some debts that they couldn't pay, Vandred had an OK start to life. Sure, it was rough and horrible trying to figure things out in the beginning, but when you notice that people don't pay attention to the dirty little beggar, it gets easier to make sure you have something to fill your belly at night - and then a little more for some warmth at night, and then something to keep people looking elsewhere while you made sure you had a full belly and a warm night.
| Name | Summary |
| Arianna | This guy knows how to wallflower with the best of them but I still knew better than to take my eyes off of him for too long. I like him, I think. |
| Jacali | Suppose you're my assistant now, ey? Suppose you are. Guess you'll do, what with the muscles and what have you. Can at least count on you not to steal my spotlight. |
| Karadoc | Straight and to the point, that's this man. Vandred. DREAD is in his name, and he says that he's more a blunt object rather than sharp. I think that's true. Yet, for all of that promise of violence -- he's VERY hospitable. |
| Ouida | Mistress Jacali's associate, quiet and pleasantly mannered. Always need to keep a special eye on those silent ones with pleasant manners, they have a way of being ready to knock one on one's posterior when one least expects it. |