Post by Twilight on Jun 21, 2009 19:52:22 GMT -5
Name: Nadir Andwerd
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
World of origin: Dark
Allegiance: Thieves Guild
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Personality: One might think that with his history and occupation, Nadir might be morose or bitter or a cynic. The cynic part is definitely there, but he’s a rather happy guy on the whole. He doesn’t really have any moral standards. He simply does what he thinks is right at the moment, even if that action is completely opposite something he did previously. He often is smiling, as if laughing at an inside joke only he knows. Nadir isn’t one to run off and try to save the world or put himself in a position of near certain death to help someone, but he does what he can. He has a weakness for sweets and other upper class luxuries he never had as a child.
History: Nadir never knew his parents. No, there’s no tragic story behind it, no regret, no great death or ensuing vengeance, just the past. His mother, for all he can surmise, was a prostitute, and his father was any number of men who populated the waste called Degas. Up until he was about six, he was raised in a brothel. After being kicked out or escaping—he can never quite remember which—he lived on the streets, scrounging for what little food he was able to find. He naturally took up thievery as a means to stay alive. He soon crossed the wrong group, but instead of killing him as was typical, they took the boy into their group, seeing his nimble fingers as a potential for usefulness. This was the Thieves Guild.
Nadir soon discovered the Guild was no normal group of criminals. He never had any ambitions inside of the organization outside of staying in it, but he still listened to the leaders, even if they sent him to the hellish paradise that is Sarnora.
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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
World of origin: Dark
Allegiance: Thieves Guild
Description:
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Summary:
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Personality: One might think that with his history and occupation, Nadir might be morose or bitter or a cynic. The cynic part is definitely there, but he’s a rather happy guy on the whole. He doesn’t really have any moral standards. He simply does what he thinks is right at the moment, even if that action is completely opposite something he did previously. He often is smiling, as if laughing at an inside joke only he knows. Nadir isn’t one to run off and try to save the world or put himself in a position of near certain death to help someone, but he does what he can. He has a weakness for sweets and other upper class luxuries he never had as a child.
History: Nadir never knew his parents. No, there’s no tragic story behind it, no regret, no great death or ensuing vengeance, just the past. His mother, for all he can surmise, was a prostitute, and his father was any number of men who populated the waste called Degas. Up until he was about six, he was raised in a brothel. After being kicked out or escaping—he can never quite remember which—he lived on the streets, scrounging for what little food he was able to find. He naturally took up thievery as a means to stay alive. He soon crossed the wrong group, but instead of killing him as was typical, they took the boy into their group, seeing his nimble fingers as a potential for usefulness. This was the Thieves Guild.
Nadir soon discovered the Guild was no normal group of criminals. He never had any ambitions inside of the organization outside of staying in it, but he still listened to the leaders, even if they sent him to the hellish paradise that is Sarnora.
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