Post by echo on Jan 14, 2016 2:02:47 GMT
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Name: Dekard
Age: 79
Gender: M
Race: Elf
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 180lbs
Rank: Citizen/Thief
Basic Appearance:
Slim, endomorphic frame, low muscle and can vaguely see his ribs if he were shirtless
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Clumsy hand to hand fighter using large motions and OTT movements however with weak connections to hits. Almost useless with his dagger, it is more of a utility than anything.
Abilities: Sleight of Hand, Charisma, Athletics, Acrobatics
Weapon(s): Black metal dagger
Gear: Light fabric clothing mostly pale colours and whites, with a small leather bracer on his shoulder. relatively formal looking designs however still holds rather informal and messy when worn by him. Black fabric pants with a brown belt that has an iron buckle and black leather soft soled boots.
Background
Barring the events that happened causing his memory loss Deckard had time to do whatever he wanted with his childhood and being an elf he remained younger for slightly longer than some of his friends but to get by he used to beg for money and food which he didn't do much since he could get enough food and money to last a short while, no one would say no to a sad elven child. He climbed a lot and hung out on rooftops as well as a kid jumping short gaps and climbing into the windows of peoples houses it was about then he realised there was no one to tell him that he couldn't just take things from peoples houses. Thus starting him on his career as a thief, starting small he'd just sneak in and take small amounts of food from the larders of townspeople and if he was caught well no one would do much, a slap on the wrist and a "don't do it again" were enough to make the person think they have swayed this elven ruffian from a life of crime. However as he got older this was no longer the case. He was tall even from a young it wasn't long before he suddenly didn't look like an innocent 8 year old trying to steal an apple to just to get by. He looked more like a vaguely dangerous teenager attempting to steal anything valuable so he decided he needed new ways to stay alive.
As a teenager now he wandered the streets standing tall, he grew to his new height very quickly and as such wasn't accustomed to it, he was very clumsy and stumbled around a lot, which came as an advantage through pure luck as whilst navigating through a large crowd he stumbled tripped and fell onto someone, this person was kind and was more focussed on the fact that they could have been injured and didn't notice their coin purse had fallen off, Deckard quickly swiped it before gracefully apologising and shaking hands with this person. He had a new way to make money so he perfected his clumsiness as it were, planned stumbles and choice fall allowed him to slip through crowds noticed but forgotten, sure people would know where he was but he was just the harmless, clumsy elf that liked to wander. Little do they know that most bumps and trips left the crowd with lighter pockets than usual.
This however was the time that Deckard most spent thinking over what happened to his parents, he was aware now of the loss he had where he was not sure what happened as a kid. He stood most nights on an old warehouse roof looking up at the stars pondering thoughts on what might have happened, there were no scars on him that he doesn't remember getting, he doesn't know if he had any siblings but one day he decided that it was enough moping, he knew that he had more than people would normally get, he had a blank slate a new start and he was going to take it. So he changed himself, he chose to allow the absence of memory to be filled with whatever he wanted. He cast aside his surname, the only tie he had left to his family and reinvented himself, granted the only main change was dropping the C from his name as well to make him feel like a different person so he went from Deckard to Dekard, he never had his name on any written record so noone would really notice the difference but he knew it was a change.
This was a new beginning for him he felt more confident, like he could do anything so he attempted new methods of getting money, seduction and conning, two things he lacked the confidence for but now he could pursue both these ideas, for one he started by taking some small objects and giving them colourful stories to which he could sell them to the less intelligent of the town, for example coating smooth rocks in dye and claiming they were magic mana stones that could boost various traits and abilities, he also managed to "convince" various women to buy some stolen jewellery that he "acquired" through "legal" means. They were unaware that it was illegal and he never got caught out. Everybody won in this situation. His con got increasingly more elaborate and pricey for his customers. Marketing even normal water as a miracle cure.
However he had to keep moving from town to town most of his life, he couldn't risk being nearby once someone had the common sense to notice that he was conning them. And that began his adventure towards Etirath.
In the neighbouring kingdom to Etirath the tall, young elven thief, A cocky and sarcastic person in nature but his heart is in the right place most of the time. Good with his hands with whatever he needs them for be it opening a locked door, swiping items from someone's pockets, seduction. But he mainly uses them for taking the food he needed to live... But then one day he bit off a little more than he could chew. This guard had amazing decorated armour with gold inlays and ivory panels, he had to have had something valuable on him? Right? Well he tried to find out the hard way by diverting this guards attention with some broad gestures while rifling through his pockets with the other hand. except he wasn't cautious he got too cocky and alerted this decorated guard pretty easily, turns out he was the head of the guard and next thing Dekard knows, he is being chased right out of the kingdom and still being pursued.
Low branches and fallen trees could not stand in his path as Dekard leapt over them and ducked under other obstacles, he could feel that he was out of energy but he was running on adrenaline now, he could hear the yells of the guards and even the rapid pounding of hooves behind him, the head of the guard must've really had it out for him by now but Dekard just hoped for a miracle. Anything that would just with divine luck appear on his travels and help him escape from what might certainly end up being his untimely demise. He was desperate at this point, panicked and scared he kept running, he had never been caught before so he was fully prepared to do practically anything for anyone in exchange for his safety.
Relations:
Family: N/A
Friends: N/A
Enemies: Too many!
Name: Dekard
Age: 79
Gender: M
Race: Elf
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 180lbs
Rank: Citizen/Thief
Basic Appearance:
Slim, endomorphic frame, low muscle and can vaguely see his ribs if he were shirtless
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Clumsy hand to hand fighter using large motions and OTT movements however with weak connections to hits. Almost useless with his dagger, it is more of a utility than anything.
Abilities: Sleight of Hand, Charisma, Athletics, Acrobatics
Weapon(s): Black metal dagger
Gear: Light fabric clothing mostly pale colours and whites, with a small leather bracer on his shoulder. relatively formal looking designs however still holds rather informal and messy when worn by him. Black fabric pants with a brown belt that has an iron buckle and black leather soft soled boots.
Background
Barring the events that happened causing his memory loss Deckard had time to do whatever he wanted with his childhood and being an elf he remained younger for slightly longer than some of his friends but to get by he used to beg for money and food which he didn't do much since he could get enough food and money to last a short while, no one would say no to a sad elven child. He climbed a lot and hung out on rooftops as well as a kid jumping short gaps and climbing into the windows of peoples houses it was about then he realised there was no one to tell him that he couldn't just take things from peoples houses. Thus starting him on his career as a thief, starting small he'd just sneak in and take small amounts of food from the larders of townspeople and if he was caught well no one would do much, a slap on the wrist and a "don't do it again" were enough to make the person think they have swayed this elven ruffian from a life of crime. However as he got older this was no longer the case. He was tall even from a young it wasn't long before he suddenly didn't look like an innocent 8 year old trying to steal an apple to just to get by. He looked more like a vaguely dangerous teenager attempting to steal anything valuable so he decided he needed new ways to stay alive.
As a teenager now he wandered the streets standing tall, he grew to his new height very quickly and as such wasn't accustomed to it, he was very clumsy and stumbled around a lot, which came as an advantage through pure luck as whilst navigating through a large crowd he stumbled tripped and fell onto someone, this person was kind and was more focussed on the fact that they could have been injured and didn't notice their coin purse had fallen off, Deckard quickly swiped it before gracefully apologising and shaking hands with this person. He had a new way to make money so he perfected his clumsiness as it were, planned stumbles and choice fall allowed him to slip through crowds noticed but forgotten, sure people would know where he was but he was just the harmless, clumsy elf that liked to wander. Little do they know that most bumps and trips left the crowd with lighter pockets than usual.
This however was the time that Deckard most spent thinking over what happened to his parents, he was aware now of the loss he had where he was not sure what happened as a kid. He stood most nights on an old warehouse roof looking up at the stars pondering thoughts on what might have happened, there were no scars on him that he doesn't remember getting, he doesn't know if he had any siblings but one day he decided that it was enough moping, he knew that he had more than people would normally get, he had a blank slate a new start and he was going to take it. So he changed himself, he chose to allow the absence of memory to be filled with whatever he wanted. He cast aside his surname, the only tie he had left to his family and reinvented himself, granted the only main change was dropping the C from his name as well to make him feel like a different person so he went from Deckard to Dekard, he never had his name on any written record so noone would really notice the difference but he knew it was a change.
This was a new beginning for him he felt more confident, like he could do anything so he attempted new methods of getting money, seduction and conning, two things he lacked the confidence for but now he could pursue both these ideas, for one he started by taking some small objects and giving them colourful stories to which he could sell them to the less intelligent of the town, for example coating smooth rocks in dye and claiming they were magic mana stones that could boost various traits and abilities, he also managed to "convince" various women to buy some stolen jewellery that he "acquired" through "legal" means. They were unaware that it was illegal and he never got caught out. Everybody won in this situation. His con got increasingly more elaborate and pricey for his customers. Marketing even normal water as a miracle cure.
However he had to keep moving from town to town most of his life, he couldn't risk being nearby once someone had the common sense to notice that he was conning them. And that began his adventure towards Etirath.
In the neighbouring kingdom to Etirath the tall, young elven thief, A cocky and sarcastic person in nature but his heart is in the right place most of the time. Good with his hands with whatever he needs them for be it opening a locked door, swiping items from someone's pockets, seduction. But he mainly uses them for taking the food he needed to live... But then one day he bit off a little more than he could chew. This guard had amazing decorated armour with gold inlays and ivory panels, he had to have had something valuable on him? Right? Well he tried to find out the hard way by diverting this guards attention with some broad gestures while rifling through his pockets with the other hand. except he wasn't cautious he got too cocky and alerted this decorated guard pretty easily, turns out he was the head of the guard and next thing Dekard knows, he is being chased right out of the kingdom and still being pursued.
Low branches and fallen trees could not stand in his path as Dekard leapt over them and ducked under other obstacles, he could feel that he was out of energy but he was running on adrenaline now, he could hear the yells of the guards and even the rapid pounding of hooves behind him, the head of the guard must've really had it out for him by now but Dekard just hoped for a miracle. Anything that would just with divine luck appear on his travels and help him escape from what might certainly end up being his untimely demise. He was desperate at this point, panicked and scared he kept running, he had never been caught before so he was fully prepared to do practically anything for anyone in exchange for his safety.
Relations:
Family: N/A
Friends: N/A
Enemies: Too many!