Appearence
At first glance all that anyone can see is a thick layer of mud, or something that you hope is mud. It covers not only his face but his hands, his clothes and everywhere else that it can get. Underneath it all lies tanned skin of a thin maltreated face supporting features dangerously similar to his harlot mother's with thick expressive eyebrows and near constant bags under his eyes. Eleazar, himself, doesn't think that highly of his own features; although some have commented that the 'berthian can seem rather attractive if the beholder has had one too many pints of ale.
The next most noticeable detail after this is his eyes; the palest of greens with a tiny contracted black dot that never seems to grow in size. These can be fairly disconcerting to some people and result in unfortunately terrible night vision for the teen. The orbs are framed in long, thick lashes inherited straight from his mother with a very pronounced eyelid resting just above them. A frequently bruised large nose rests between them slightly crooked from multiple breakages in the past. Below that is a scruffy looking moustache and short beard that coats his chin, join up with the rest of his grease mop styled hair in front of his ears.
The rest of his body is a skeletal scarecrow like frame consisting of narrow shoulders and dangling long limbs. Small feet, stunted from ill fitting shoes worn in his youth, make it seem a bit precarious in the manner he walks; a sight that only becomes more worrying when he starts getting up to any sort of speed. However in general, he can be found meandering about with his shoulders hunched up to his ears, long fingers shoved in his pockets wearing the same unwashed trousers and shirt he wears everyday, holey boots that he stole off one of the more recently mugged and a long dark coat that could be mistaken for lace from a distance. Two silver rings are casually worn on his left hand, adorning his first and ring fingers. Although most of the time they are barely noticeable under the filth covering his form so are only worn for sentimental reasons rather than any sense of fashion.
Character ConceptEleazar is the type of guy who would walk up to a stall, pick up an object, admire it for a while and when the stall owner wasn't looking; run off with it. Not your typical type of thief he would admit but it had kept him alive since his mother was killed in a riot at the tender age of seven. Since then he has been prowling the streets of Sunberth, acquiring anything people didn't keep a close enough eye on in order to get by.
This thief holds no ties to any of Sunberth gangs and tries not to make a habit of getting involved with them, least they see him as an enemy. Ever present around the docks, it isn't uncommon to find him in the taverns, not really to drink of course but to pinch some poor drunk's wallet with greater ease. Eleazar also finds anyone religious irritating, having developed a hatred towards the gods, believing them to be trying to enslave his life in their plans. Something the pure born and bred Sunberthian despises. Whilst he is a coward by nature, his past hasn't left him unscarred. Not everything is all it seems, when it comes to Eleazar's mind. So one would be careful when angering him.