Post by Garrett on Feb 9, 2008 12:50:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Thom Merrilin
Species: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 190
Weapons: I'll get that up in a sec...
Age: 25 (but he looks 60)
Gender: Male
Overall Description: Lean, he would have been tall if not for a stoop to his shoulders, but he moved in a spiry fashion that belied his apparent age. His cloak seemed a mass of patches, in odd shapes and sizes, fluttering with every breath of air, patches in a hundred colors. It was really quite thick with the patches merely sewn on like decorations.
The white-haired man whirled, cloak flaring. His coat had odd, baggy sleeves and big pockets. Thick mustaches, as snowy as the hair on his head, quivered around his mouth, and his face was gnarled like a tree that had seen hard times. He gestured imperiously with a long-stemmed pipe, ornately carved, that trailed a wisp of smoke. Blue eyes peered out from under bushy white brows, drilling into whatever he looked at.
((Thanks, bob)).
But, when he's plying his trade...Well built, he was average height, and wore darkness like a cloak. It spilled off him and, to an untrained eye, it seemed to make the surrounding area slightly darker. He had a deep old gash from his hairline to his right cheekbone that passed through his eye.
History: I'm still working this part out. I'm doing the same on DL. nothing will change once I finish it. I'm going to have it so that only a select few will know it.
Personality: Understandably, Thom is a recluse. He wants no friends, he hates his family, and he wants no allies. He just wants money and people that owe him favors. Thom is the kind of person who would rather have nice people for lunch than have lunch with nice people. He wishes that he would be left alone to ply his trade.....but it never works out that way...Recently at least...
Thom genuinely believes that he is the best there is, that he is the master thief. In this way, he is arrogant...but able to back it up. He believes it so strongly that he uses no gear but a knife, a blackjack, and an occasional flash mine; he believes that he is so good that he wears the equivalent of (what we know as) steel tipped ski-boots, and even with that, you'll never hear him.
Thom is a master of deception; he is rarely seen, and never unintentionally caught. When he's not plying his trade, which is usually at night (he does run a few day missions, but ONLY when ABSOLUTELY necessary), he's masquerading as a flashy, well-known gleeman in some place that is loaded with '"Prim-and-Proper" drivel' as he says.
But...of course, that doesn't mean he dislikes it...quite the contrary...he has his reasons for liking it, (*cough*money*cough*)...excuse me, my computer seems to have a cold...
Thom sees murder as the mark of the amature...and the mechanists... He holds fiercely to the belief that 'the less people you kill, the less evidence there is, and the quality of the job is that much higher.
Be carefull when approaching Thom with a job offer, he is VERY touchy when it comes to how you found him. Most of the time, he'd just as soon slit your throat as soon as you walk in the door than listen to what you have to say. However, he can be.....distracted...*coins thud on table*
Species: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 190
Weapons: I'll get that up in a sec...
Age: 25 (but he looks 60)
Gender: Male
Overall Description: Lean, he would have been tall if not for a stoop to his shoulders, but he moved in a spiry fashion that belied his apparent age. His cloak seemed a mass of patches, in odd shapes and sizes, fluttering with every breath of air, patches in a hundred colors. It was really quite thick with the patches merely sewn on like decorations.
The white-haired man whirled, cloak flaring. His coat had odd, baggy sleeves and big pockets. Thick mustaches, as snowy as the hair on his head, quivered around his mouth, and his face was gnarled like a tree that had seen hard times. He gestured imperiously with a long-stemmed pipe, ornately carved, that trailed a wisp of smoke. Blue eyes peered out from under bushy white brows, drilling into whatever he looked at.
((Thanks, bob)).
But, when he's plying his trade...Well built, he was average height, and wore darkness like a cloak. It spilled off him and, to an untrained eye, it seemed to make the surrounding area slightly darker. He had a deep old gash from his hairline to his right cheekbone that passed through his eye.
History: I'm still working this part out. I'm doing the same on DL. nothing will change once I finish it. I'm going to have it so that only a select few will know it.
Personality: Understandably, Thom is a recluse. He wants no friends, he hates his family, and he wants no allies. He just wants money and people that owe him favors. Thom is the kind of person who would rather have nice people for lunch than have lunch with nice people. He wishes that he would be left alone to ply his trade.....but it never works out that way...Recently at least...
Thom genuinely believes that he is the best there is, that he is the master thief. In this way, he is arrogant...but able to back it up. He believes it so strongly that he uses no gear but a knife, a blackjack, and an occasional flash mine; he believes that he is so good that he wears the equivalent of (what we know as) steel tipped ski-boots, and even with that, you'll never hear him.
Thom is a master of deception; he is rarely seen, and never unintentionally caught. When he's not plying his trade, which is usually at night (he does run a few day missions, but ONLY when ABSOLUTELY necessary), he's masquerading as a flashy, well-known gleeman in some place that is loaded with '"Prim-and-Proper" drivel' as he says.
But...of course, that doesn't mean he dislikes it...quite the contrary...he has his reasons for liking it, (*cough*money*cough*)...excuse me, my computer seems to have a cold...
Thom sees murder as the mark of the amature...and the mechanists... He holds fiercely to the belief that 'the less people you kill, the less evidence there is, and the quality of the job is that much higher.
Be carefull when approaching Thom with a job offer, he is VERY touchy when it comes to how you found him. Most of the time, he'd just as soon slit your throat as soon as you walk in the door than listen to what you have to say. However, he can be.....distracted...*coins thud on table*
