Vander Rimgate/Warder (alt of Aeros)
Apr 20, 2012 21:46:34 GMT -6
Post by Vander Rimgate on Apr 20, 2012 21:46:34 GMT -6
Name: Vander Rimgate; typically gives his last name as “Warder,” both due to his history and for kicks and giggles. The act of (minor) lying can be a bit of a game for him.
Class: Thief-->Rogue
Hair Color: Picture the most non-descript brown hair you can. His is duller.
Eye Color: A surprisingly vibrant brown.
Age: 21
Appearance: Vander is slight in build, as befits a thief, and, as of the last time he checked, is just shy of six feet tall. He usually trims his hair with a dagger or knife whenever it gets too long; he does, however, keep it as clean as possible, a habit leftover from his “previous life” as he calls it. Generally, he looks disheveled without looking (or, most importantly, feeling) dirty.
Clothes: Worn but clean travelling pants and shirt, covered by a (slightly) misshapen leather jerkin. Needless to say, his mother’s sewing lessons stuck to him about as well as a hand sticks to hot coals.
Born in: Rimgate, an aged frontier defense along the border of Sacae and Bern.
Story: Vander’s parents were the perhaps the most neglected Lord and Lady in all of Bern, but they couldn’t have cared less. Nobody knows whether the hamlet of Rimgate was named for their family or vice-versa; those that have a decent guess are probably senile, doddering, and toothless with age, while those that knew are probably dead and decayed. This, in addition to the town’s anonymity, allowed the Lord and Lady Rimgate to do virtually as they pleased, making it fortunate that they each had a heart for their people.
They—along with the townspeople—were also extremely forgiving, which allowed Vander to repeatedly swipe small objects from various homes and pockets. While he was much less stealthy than he believed, he was also much more stealthy than anyone else believed, resulting in several “misplaced” socks and three bags full of coin; fortunately, the thievery was for fun rather than for gain, and every object that he took, he invariably returned a day, week, or at worst a month later, to be accepted by the “astonished” owner.
When he began to keep several large objects, however, his father began to worry, and was only rebuffed when he questioned his now adult son. Months of such odd behavior gradually created chaos in the peaceful settlement, and the Lord Rimgate began to prepare for the inevitable conversation and, possibly, the punishment. He never received the chance, as on the day of reckoning, he arrived in his son’s room to find a note with words that he, his wife, and his family would regret for the rest of their lives:
“By now, everything is back where I found it. I’m sorry; I’ll make sure to come back and explain some time.”
Class: Thief-->Rogue
Hair Color: Picture the most non-descript brown hair you can. His is duller.
Eye Color: A surprisingly vibrant brown.
Age: 21
Appearance: Vander is slight in build, as befits a thief, and, as of the last time he checked, is just shy of six feet tall. He usually trims his hair with a dagger or knife whenever it gets too long; he does, however, keep it as clean as possible, a habit leftover from his “previous life” as he calls it. Generally, he looks disheveled without looking (or, most importantly, feeling) dirty.
Clothes: Worn but clean travelling pants and shirt, covered by a (slightly) misshapen leather jerkin. Needless to say, his mother’s sewing lessons stuck to him about as well as a hand sticks to hot coals.
Born in: Rimgate, an aged frontier defense along the border of Sacae and Bern.
Story: Vander’s parents were the perhaps the most neglected Lord and Lady in all of Bern, but they couldn’t have cared less. Nobody knows whether the hamlet of Rimgate was named for their family or vice-versa; those that have a decent guess are probably senile, doddering, and toothless with age, while those that knew are probably dead and decayed. This, in addition to the town’s anonymity, allowed the Lord and Lady Rimgate to do virtually as they pleased, making it fortunate that they each had a heart for their people.
They—along with the townspeople—were also extremely forgiving, which allowed Vander to repeatedly swipe small objects from various homes and pockets. While he was much less stealthy than he believed, he was also much more stealthy than anyone else believed, resulting in several “misplaced” socks and three bags full of coin; fortunately, the thievery was for fun rather than for gain, and every object that he took, he invariably returned a day, week, or at worst a month later, to be accepted by the “astonished” owner.
When he began to keep several large objects, however, his father began to worry, and was only rebuffed when he questioned his now adult son. Months of such odd behavior gradually created chaos in the peaceful settlement, and the Lord Rimgate began to prepare for the inevitable conversation and, possibly, the punishment. He never received the chance, as on the day of reckoning, he arrived in his son’s room to find a note with words that he, his wife, and his family would regret for the rest of their lives:
“By now, everything is back where I found it. I’m sorry; I’ll make sure to come back and explain some time.”
