Rafaelle, a thief. W.I.P.

[Rafaelle]

Character's Name: Introduces himself as Rafaelle though whether that is his real name is yet unknown.





Basic Information:

Race: Human
Birthday & Age : 488 AV(21 years old)
Gender: Male

Physical Description:

Height: 178 cm or 5'10.
Weight: 65 kg or 145 lbs.

The thin man looked about his age though his skin appeared fair, almost pale as though the prosperous days of his youth were not going as well as they should. His tangled dark brown hair, with a streak of silvery gray running down the length of it, that reached down to his shoulder blades was partly tied into a ponytail with a crimson ribbon of silk cloth. The rest dangled on his face like a defiant mane of a horse and whenever it obscured his lifeless gray eyes, he did not seem to mind, as if he could see clearly past. His eyes were not as lifeless at a closer inspection, however. There was a clandestine spark barely discernible deep in the vast gray making his iris match the silvery line in his tousled hair. His sharp facial features, bearing a vague resemblance to a clever fox or some feline, might have been considered handsome by some but he certainly did not look like anybody of noble blood. Or perhaps it was simply the hair and his garments that gave him the appearance of a hooligan.

There was not much distinctive about his dark clothing. Black leather boots, dark cotton trousers and a vest tied with a flax sash that would have left his lean arms naked if not for a white shirt that he wore underneath. A silver talisman was fastened around his neck, resembling spread wings and a tail with a dazzling blue ionite stone chipped amidst.



Character Concept:

The fledgling wizard had to pay the price for foolishly burrowing too deep into magic at a young and inexperienced age. Now, haunted by hallucinations and apparitions, Rafaelle is rarely capable of staying calm and composed for too long. Consequently, he had to resort to a life of thievery that required quick wit and quick hands. From time to time, he takes shelter in monasteries where he is offered solitude after a hard day's work to fight his own inner demons. But the life of a monk never enticed him otherwise and he never stayed for too long nor pledged to the service of any deities, preferring to mingle in cities, especially around the ill-reputed bordellos for there are always drunkards to pickpocket and fool and have fun for himself once in a while if he manages to gather the required sum to hire one of the cheaper courtesans of the fine establishment.

Though the rogue rarely diverts enough time to think about the future, when he does he often dreams about taking control of the curse that plagues him, that he brought upon himself. Having caught a glimpse of how powerful he could become, and the occasional whispers of evil spirits, whether conjured up by his own mind or real, tell him stories of glory, of how he could make every man and woman that once mocked him to their knees with a mere thought. How he could burn villages with but a flick of his hand.... and even build his own empire where he'd have his own court of the finest courtesans from all across the realms and the best cook and the most fancy bed and a fireplace and...

Those were mere childish dreams that he had once in a while after a glass of cheap wine, however. Though he loved daydreaming, it was a luxury he could rarely afford because of his tight budget and an empty stomach.

While not exactly racist, inadvertently, Raffaele tends to view other races with a fascination akin to a child taken to a zoo for visual entertainment albeit he tries to hide it well and show reverence instead.


Character History: W.I.P.

Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore):

30(+15 Human Racial) Reimancy / Fire and Air domain
10 Hypnotism
10 Sneak
5 Intelligence
5 Running
5 Escape Artist


Equipment and Possessions:

Besides his clothing mentioned above, the young thief is in possession of a small skinning knife, some lockpicking tools, a small diary in which he has scribbled with many different inks that he could get his hands on, and a few basic tools of hygiene.

As a heirloom, he carries his amulet which, described above. He believes it helps him achieve his goals when trying to weave magic, but it happens to be nothing more than a mere decoration that serves as a talisman and a memento of the past.

Ledger:

600 gm Starting
-30 gm Thieves' Tools
-3 gm Book, Blank (used as a diary)
-2 gm Ink, (1 Oz. Vial)

Thread List:

28th Day of Summer, 511 [Alvadas Location] The Gaping Maw Completed.
56th Day of Summer, 511 Lost among the Streets of Alvadas Completed.

(Still WIP, everything)