First Name: Thiel
Last Name: Serenthian
Appearance:
In case this young man has set his hazel eyes upon you, he might have offered an airy smile. However, he might just as well have completly ignored you with the least possible hint of expression, on his narrow face, he could muster.
He appears to be a little above avarage height, and his wiry figure hides flexible muscles. With light chestnut brown hair cut short, he has tendency to rub a few strands by his temples between his slightly flattened fingertips.
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5 ft 11 in (181 cm)
Weight: 150 lbs (68 kg)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light chestnut brown hair
Facial Hair Style: Clean-shaven
Personality Profile:
Thiel is a cynic. His years in the back-alleys of Saradush, brokering goods made it hard to win his trust. This does not mean that he his a lone-wolf by any means however as he realises that he can profit from a companion possessing skills that he do not. And make a greater profit this way, than he would on his own.
General Health: Nothing noteworthy.
Deity: ???
Initial Alignment: ???
Profession: Immigrant (Formerly a broker)
Base Class & Proposed Development: Bard, Rogue and ???
Habits/Hobbies: Has a tendency to fidget, rubbing the strands of hair by his temples, or clicking his nails.
Languages: Chondathan, Cant, Halruaan, Alzhedo
Weapon of Choice: Whatever is available
Background:
The ground was moving all of a sudden. Thiel’s weakened legs remebered that the sailors had told him that his balance would be off once he stepped off the boat to venture into the harbor of Baldur’s Gate. Yet, he had not quite anticipated the actual aftereffect of his two week adventure over the sea from Zazesspur.
The citizens of this city mus like their dogs… wet. Thiel thought to himself as he retreated backwards a step, his nose furrowed in reaction to the attack on his senses. Yet, this was his best option. He knew many of his countrymen had fled to this harbor a few years back when the civil war first erupted in Tethyr. Initially Thiel had seen the war as an opportunity, and he had been right. But now he stood here, almost penniless and on the run himself. The latest developments in Tethyr had not been good for business, or for his general health he speculated.
As the civil war in Tethyr had advanced he had to keep changing his contacts as enemies became allies, and allies became enemies, or buried. This last part had been troubling. Thiel was sure it would not be safe to practice his old trade in Saradush much longer unless he paid a plentiful enough sum, making any further ventures increasingly unbeneficial with resources dwindling. He felt that this meant that a knife might soon be headed for his back. And his senses usually aided him well.
He had been forced to learn how to survive years ago. When his parents were taken as slaves to be sold to Drow, rumored to live in the Forest of Mir. It had been difficult initially, but in the end the streets had treated him well. Until now that is.
This place is different. Thiel pondered to himself as he realized it would not be simple to pick up his old trade again, to start fresh. He might have to improvise, see where the roads will take him.
Goals: To settle into a new environment.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
After civil-war erupted in Thethyr, many decided to take refuge in Baldur’s Gate. Someone might recognise Thiel because of his former trade, maybe someone will want to help him, or maybe someone has an old grudge to settle.