Rennac the Rogue
"I don't have the right to judge."
"I don't have the right to judge."
Full name: Rennac
Birthplace: Caer Callidyrr, Capital of Alaron of the Moonshae Isles (Parents Heritage unknown)
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: Lost count
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150lbs
Eyes: Deep black, somewhat lifeless
Hair: Red, long and often running free.
Ears: Human, round, average size
Skin: Pale, quite possibly a result of malnutrition.
Handed: Right
Posture: Lenient, often crumbling when overwhelmed.
Scent: Rennac tends to wear very feminine smelling perfume. The fragrances vary, but he tends to favour flower variants.
Physical Features: Faded branding upon his inner wrist reading the number: 92
Facial Hair: Clean Shave
Items of Importance, often seen:
- Mirror shard necklace: A slightly tumbled mirror shard hanging on an old weathered chain
- Hoop earrings: Two metal picks looped into makeshift earrings.
General Appearance: Stating the obvious, Rennac is a pretty boy. Everything from his long beautiful hair to his rather thin frame cries feminine, and his obsession with perfumes does not help him either . Despite this, he holds an incredibly insecure nature; seldom making eye contact, and is easily overwhelmed amongst large groups, especially when receiving compliments of his looks. Regardless, he has a certain caring nature and refrains from passing judgement upon others.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Thin, not very active, though otherwise sturdy.
Deity: Unknown
Profession: Mercenary and professional lockpick.
Class: Rogue
Languages: Common, Illuskan
Weapon of choice: Heavy Crossbow
Behaviours/ Hobbies:
-Rennac tends to hold a distant stature, both for social interaction and combat strategy. He is fortunate, however, to be a crack shot with a crossbow.
- He enjoys Dancing, possessing an undeniable grace.
- Suffers from Ombrophobia (The fear of getting rained on)
- Possesses a certain dislike towards magic, both arcane and divine alike.
History:
Born and raised under unfortunate circumstances, Rennac has lived a life of dwindling fortune. Sold into slavery at a young age, his only achievements being that of the skills he'd acquired from his various 'employment' he was dropped upon the streets after being freed of his chains.
Life on the streets forced the young man to a life of crime. It was either that or sleeping on the dirt and hard cobblestones, subject to the relentless cold and wet weather. Breaking-and- entering, pick pocketing, smuggling, and even soliciting , whatever provided the coin, he would partake in, and he slowly built a steady income through his endeavours.
It wasn't until many years passed that he found his true calling, and after purchasing various weapons and armor he joined a local mercenary company which led him to relocate to the mainland for employment. It is unknown as to how long her continued his service amongst the group or the fate of his previous companions; however, as of time being, Rennac is a rogue mercenary.
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