Name: 'Grant', No second name
Role in the school: Teacher
Class they're teaching: Archery
Age unknown, presumed early 30s
Abilities: Because of his raising and training he has learned to
- Become close to nothing in the shadows
- Hit a target with his bow from far distances away with precision
- Have the general skills of a master thief
Weapon/spell of choice: His bow and his blackjack. His bow is forged from the strongest metal payable and has a collapsing, locking mechanism for easy transportation. His blackjack has curved spikes that extend at the click of a button to enable Grant to reach higher places.
Pet: His Black Eagle,
Backstory: Grant was born a beggar and grew a thief. His father walked out on Grant and his mother before Grant was born and his mother died during childbirth. He had no other family. As a result he was sent to an orphanage where he grew up until the age of 10. That is when he escaped from the oprganage and began begging. Life was hard for the first month or two, he realized being innocent and actually begging was not how most beggars actually survived. He began to notice how some beggars would 'accidentally' fall into people and come out of the fall 10 gold coins richer. He began to do the same. His process was a lot more sneaky though, he preferred to just pick their pocket rather than make himself known. It was not until he attempted to pick-pocket a strangely dressed man that his training began. The man was dressed in a sort of black robe, that covered him from head to toe. More of a cloak than anything really. He caught Grant in the midst of picking jewellery out of a pouch on the mans belt. Grant attempted to flee but the man quickly grabbed his shoulder and threw him back down to the ground. The man had two choices, either report the boy to the police, or train him, much alike he was trained by the organisation that he was picked up by many years ago.
Grant was happy to hear that option 2 was chosen. The man took him the walkways underneath the city, accessible only through the beggars den. Grant couldn't believe he never noticed en of this type coming in and out of the den. They seemed so...strange to say the least. The man brought him to a room where a circle of people observed and chatted about him in whispers. He could practically tell which gender and race the people were no matter how they tried to hide it. A dwarf would always look different than an Elf. They eventually concluded that he would be their first and only recruit until the next would come along. They would recruit a new member after the newest recruits training was done, and even then sometimes they didn't.
Grant's training was harsh and cruel. He had to sneak past rabid dogs that would tear him to shreds if he made the slightest sound, defeat grown men at swordplay using a blackjack and the worst part of it all was having his eye torn out. They needed to know that Grant would show commitment to the organisation and so, they offered him the chance to become a full fledged member while his training went on at the cost of his right eye. He decided that there wasn't much to live for without the organisation and agreed. He wished he hadn't while the deed was being done. They replaced his eye with a mechanical one, capable of seeing a lot more than his old one, especially in the dark. His training continued up until he was 22. After that he was a fully fledged master thief. The heads of the organisation offered him a spot on their council, to which Grant declined. He does write to his old friends there rather often, especially his old training master.
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