Lievdarg Prustian

[Lievdarg Prustian]

Lievdarg Prustian Real Name: Lievdarg Prustian Aliases: Far too many to list. Race: Human Birthday: 55th day of Summer 488 AV. Age: 23 years old. Height: 6'0" Physical Description: Lievdarg is quite tall and rather athletic, although not heavily muscled, maintaining a good shape is important for the endeavors he meddles himself with. His hair is fair, and may seem dark when the lighting is right. It is most usually kept very short, although sometimes reaching medium length when it is allowed to grow. His beard is roughly the same color as his hair, only somewhat brighter around his goatee, and it is usually trimmed short, not often shaved. His eyes are of an albid gray color, seeming secretive of his true nature. His wardrobe would be diverse had him the wealth to spend on clothing, as he is not much rich currently, he usually contents himself with commoner clothes. His appearance is quite neutral, and he attempts to present himself, when given the chance, in specific manners to attract the empathy and confidence of others. His weapon of choice is a dagger, which he usually keeps attached to his belt by the back of his waist. Character Concept: Lievdarg is as much of a mystery that at times even himself can not truly understand who he is. His most habitual way of dealing with people is to wear social masks, and his personas have been so many that his original identity was perhaps merged somewhere among those. Few ideas always remain a constant in his chaotic mind, however, one of which is the unsatiable thirst for self pleasure, and most importantly, laughter. He usually seeks to attain those with little regards to morality. This is a peculiarity that he is sometimes able to conceal, however, and it by no means signifies that he is necessarily evil. He is dangerous in the sense that he is somewhat, although not completely amoral and has a rather sick sense of humor. His interests aren't always conflicting with what is seen as good or correct by his observers though. He can be a liar and a deceiver, and most, if not all of his relationships were based on deceit. Most people would likely be angered and declare enmity towards Lievdarg after figuring out that much of what they knew about him was a lie. Although he often does it deliberately, that is, choosing an identity to better deal with certain people, he is so used to it that it is almost automatic, something he is usually unable to control. He feels empathy as usual, however, especially for those whom he is able to identify himself with somehow, such as those who are as ambiguous as himself, and he usually respects such people in his own ways. Hence he would respect, for example, the Gods Ionu and Sagallius for their mysterious and trickster-like nature, and Rhysol for his chaotic ways. He also enjoys people who have a good sense of humor, and abhors those who take everything too seriously, and the latter are his favorite victims for deceit. Lievdarg enjoys amusing people, but in his own ways. Sometimes things go a little too far, and end up not being as funny for those around him, as his sense of humor may show to be violent and sadistic. He usually doesn't mind disapproval, however, as he is not the sort of person who overly relies on the approval of others, and he will not mind getting a few haters as long as he is laughing in the end. Deep inside his real self is hard to reach. For someone other than himself to reach it would be quite feat, as people either fall for his game, greatly accepting his personas, or find his behavior abominable, once they realize that he is deceitful, and it is usual for them to seek to avoid him. As such he does not commonly feel the urge to expose his real identity to those he doesn't know well, and perhaps he wouldn't know how to spontaneously do it. He's found comfort in his current ways of dealing with his inner self and sees no good reason on trying to change them. Character History: He was born to a pair of merchants in Ravok, Dogan and Claira Prustian, he was a single child. The business of his parents never truly did well, but it was good enough to keep food on the table for the three of them. Lievdarg spent much of his childhood on the streets of Ravok, as he didn't get along very well with his father and wanted to stay as far away from his shop as possible. Even so, he often had to work there. Dogan was a very sad man, and he likely would have turned out to be a good father if he hadn't spent so much time drinking. The worst of it is that when drunk he would cuss and beat both Lievdarg and Claira, treating them poorly even in front of the clients. Lievdarg truly hated his father. At the streets he wasn't the most sociable kid around, but he had a few friends. Back then they all revered the Ebonstryfe soldiers, and so did Lievdarg, that is, until his father got in trouble with them. He does not recall how or why. Perhaps a soldier was mistreated in his father's shop, or maybe his father had done something terribly wrong. Their issue was clearly solely with Dogan, and Lievdarg would not have cared if his mother's living means as well as his own were not at jeopardy because of it. The business went from bad to worse, and Dogan was frequently harassed and threatened by strangers in the shop. Lievdarg was 14 years old then, and he intended to leave Ravok with his mother to look for a place were they could be at peace. But Claira would not leave Dogan. She still loved him, despite of the beatings and all of the trouble he had brought to her. Lievdarg just could not understand it. He decided at last to go on his own, and he is thankful he did. He stole a pendant as well as few coins and departed Ravok with a small group of travelers. He would end up in Sunberth, a harsh place, but now he truly felt free. He lived on the streets, stealing for survival. He learned that he could profit more by hearing rumors in the tavern, as well as observing potential targets before action. He began to carefully select his victims before acting, and at a certain point he could easily tell who was a good target for pickpocketing. He grew there with scum, and became scum himself, leaving his old life behind and no longer caring about his parents, or Ravok. He was far from rich in Sunberth, but he truly felt at home there, exploiting people. It was different from all he had seen, it was a special place that made him feel free and a grown man. And it did not take long until he truly became one himself. By meeting other places, he truly realized, at 23 years old, that Sunberth was his home, and nowhere else.

[Lievdarg Prustian]

Skills, Lore and Languages   Skills Skill Name Competency Source Intelligence 25 SP Interrogation 15 SP Larceny 15 RB Hypnosis 10 SP   Lore Understanding Body Language (Basic) Alleyways of Sunberth   Languages Language Name Fluency Common Fluent Not yet chosen Basic None Poor Equipment and Possessions Item Name Description Source Clothing Leather pants, wool vest/cloak, leather shoes and belt. SP Backpack Contains a set of toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap), an eating knife, flint & steel and food for a week. SP Waterskin SP Silver Pendant Something he's borrowed from his father in the past. (Heirloom) SP Assassin's Dagger An usual double-edged dagger, good for slicing and terrific for stabbing. SP* Thieves' Tools For few unlawful activities. SP* Mask For few unlawful activities. SP* Ledger Transaction Description Source +600 GM Starting coin (Housing cashed in). SP -4 GM Assassin's Dagger SP -30 GM Thieves' Tools SP -3 SM Mask SP Total: 565 GM, 7 SM. - Threads The 90th of Fall, 511 AV [Seaside Market] May the Best Thief Win (Solo) Morning of the 1st of Winter, 511 AV [Just outside of Sunberth] Facing Inner Demons (solo)

[Lievdarg Prustian]

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