Name: Tel Adonin
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Gender:[/b] Male 
[b]Nationality/ Race:[/b] Jaramide

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Physical Description:[/b] Tel is just short of six feet, with a shock of messy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He usually is dressed in simple cotton breeches and shirt with a green vest over it, secured with a leather belt, and a pair of leather shoes. He has a thin, angular face, his cheeks covered with adolescent bristle that he is quite proud of.

[b]Personality:[/b] He is a rather flaky person, never willing to really get involved in anything. He believes that the less one knows about the world, the simpler one's life becomes. Despite his current profession, he does have a strange set of morals. And, perhaps because of his current profession and the horrors of the past, he tries to take the day as it comes, without any seriousness.

[b]History:[/b] The Adonins were a minor House in Jaramide who, like most insignificant houses of that time in Jaramide, claimed descent from High Queen Egoridin. But despite their tall claims and pompous proclamations, the Adonin was never a major player. Over the years, owing to some unfortunate inheritances and some stupid decisions, the Adonins lost whatever little lands they had to the other families. When Tel was born to Ajen and Mira, they were well on their way to poverty. The family inheritance consisted of one miniscule farm and the run-down inn above which they stayed.

Tel grew up in such rustic surroundings. His father lived in a forgotten time, still calling himself 'Lord' Adonin while everyone else called him the innkeeper. In the small town of Corala (not two days' ride from the capital), the Innkeeper Lord was a local joke. Tel's mother had been from a similar insignificant house in Coremanda, and her father had been only too happy to unload his fifth daughter to yet another nobody.

Right from an early age, Tel realized what his father never could - they were commoners and cannot afford lofty dreams. He did various jobs around the inn as he grew up - stablehand, sweeper, dishwasher, courier boy and many others. While his mother tried to teach him the ways of the court and the history of the nations, he was more interested in making a tidy profit. His father never really bothered with the business of the inn - treating it like a hobby. Tel, on the other hand, wanted to make the inn work. By the age of 17, he was practically managing the inn all by himself.

And then, the trollocs came. Like every other boy of his age, he was 'volunteered' into the army and sent to fight the trollocs. Tel had never been a fighter and he found the experience of being in an army extremely disgusting and depressing. He was assigned to one of the Captains as a messenger and spent his days of the invasion running, darting, evading snouts and spears, carrying messages. When Barsine fell, the army was routed. Some troops managed to make an orderly retreat, but there was no place to retreat to. Everywhere, the trollocs had burned and destroyed. When he returned to Corala, it was a smoking ruin. The inn was razed to the ground. Of his parents, there was no sign.

Tel took to the road, trying to make his way to safety. His training in the army and his years of cajoling customers in the inn had given him skills he put to use. He moved from town to town, mourning and drinking, until he found himself in Al'cair'rahienallen in Almoren. His money had run out and he had no friends. Naturally, he took to the thieving trade.

Since then, Tel has been a moderately successful thief. His thin frame and his nimble feet enable him to scale walls and roofs with relative ease, while his street-smart thinking enables him to hoodwink the unwary traveler. Deep down, Tel knows that this is not what he wanted his life to be. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and he convinced himself that he was stealing from the rich and feeding the poor. Well, feeding one poor man. Himself. Still.

[b]Skills:[/b] Thieving, Climbing, Running, Dodging, Coaxing, Negotiating, Rudimentary swordfighting

[b]Strengths:[/b] The ability to remain nonchalant in the presence of a threat; The physical dexterity to scale walls and jump across roofs; The intuitive understanding of city life when it comes to the underbelly

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Flimsy set of moral codes; Selfishness; Prefers flight to fight.

[b]Other:[/b] If it pleases the Light, Tel may be Ta'veren. He has always blamed his rotten luck for landing him in one mess from another.