_{"Call me lad- I've heard quite enough giggling for one day"}

Age
38

Gender
Male

Height/Weight
5'9 / 160 lbs

Skills
~Acrobatics~
From flip to twirl, aerial maneuvers are a breeze for the well-versed in acrobatics. Somersaults, midair gyros and more, high level movements require almost cat-like reflexes, and masterful precision. That, or just a 'never ending fountain luck,' as Lefonderous puts it.

~Parkour~
What is a wall, if not simply another path for the adventerous and daring? From city walls, to jagged cliff sides, the world is a never ending series of subtle paths that offer a plethora of options for those willing to walk them. Of course, you need a ton of wrist-strength if you don't want to end up falling on your head.

~Sleight of Hand~
You didn't even feel it did you? That subtle brush against your backside, it was just an accident. Well, accidents happen, but without your coin purse, how are you supposed to pay for the damages?

~'Naughty' Alchemy~
Just mix a little of that with a bunch of this, and voila! A tincture capable of stopping a human heart in under 30 seconds. What else can a man with extensive knowledge of the land's plantlife make? You may not want to find out.

~Nobel Tongue~
A ruffian! A scoundrel! Such a bad man!.. 'I believe you may have the wrong fellow' Lefonderous speaks and acts with a distinctive tone that sets him apart from most. How could such a well-spoken nobleman be any kind of bad? Just keep smiling and bowing to the silly little sirs and madames.

~'Restrained' Knife Lore~
Lefonderous doesn't like violence all that much, even when it's warranted. But his precision with a blade, outside of harming others, is impressive. He'd sooner slice off your belt and watch your pants fall to the ground with a stifled giggle, than bring his knives anywhere near your throat. Of course, he also knows quite a bit about his weapons of choice. He's somewhat obsessed with them, actually. 'I fancy larger blades as well. They are rather charming, albeit frightfully stout.'

~Aloof~
Virtually impossible to anger or annoy, Lefonderous often lives in his own little world, and pays almost no attention to the boasting of those he'd consider as his 'opponents'. Fighting is silly, whether it be with weapons or words.

Personality
Elegantly brash, Lefonderous is a paradoxical fellow with a smidgen of adventure tainting his otherwise posh temperament. He movements and behaviour may baffle any who have had the chance to speak to him for more than a moment. Lefonderous spends most of his time flipping about through the streets, keeping out of sight, and sitting on the edge of a rooftop while his peers drink wine, cling to their fancy ornaments and prattle on about nonsense that is neither here nor there. Rich folk, he can't stand them, despite finding himself so caught up in the practices their culture had etched into his body and mind.

Lefonderous is polite, well-spoken with a quick hop in the rhythm of his voice. He speaks quickly, without a care in the world, doing his best to lighten the habitual formality of his lexicon, whilst maintaining a straightened, well chiseled posture. It almost makes it feel as if his speech is one giant mockery of the houses that birthed him. But, despite his own genuine distaste for noble habits, he does value a capacity for formality, and patronises unruly, or otherwise, childish mannerisms.

Morally speaking, he looks out for himself, but wishes no harm on anyone else. Although he tries to stay out of the affairs of strangers, seeing an innocent bystander at the end of a blade may rustle his heroism, if the mood warrants it. Life is precious! Heartbeats and warm breaths, anyone who thinks it necessary to take that away from the living is a scoundrel of the lowest regard. Lefonderous is not one to put himself in danger however, even if it is to help somebody else. He is number one, after all. Everyone else is just a close second.

Considering his drab past, whimsy is triumphant above all else! What is life without a little whimsy, eh? Although he maintains a serious demeanour, Lefonderous is not above witty remarks, or seemingly foolish behaviour. A noble jester, he might say, where there is a time for jokes, as long as they do not pluck at the more idiotic roots of comedy.

Artefact
~Ellegant Gambit~
A golden ring that Lefonderous wears on his right hand's index finger. It's small, subtle, and lined with tiny, intricate carvings. It's not exactly the most flashy artefact around, for good reason. One of the ring's inherent abilities, allows it to go undetected while in use. In conjunction with the fact that Lefonderous wears similar rings on at least 6 other fingers, a few earrings, and two bracelets, disarming this little trinket become virtually impossible without cutting off the hand that bears it.

The effects of the ring grant Lefonderous temporarily improved reflexes and agility, which allow him to perform remarkable feats, such as catching a crossbow bolt out of thin air, or jumping several times higher than a human should be capable of. The ring draws upon Lefonderous' natural stamina while in use, however, tiring him much quicker. If he were to ever fall out of shape, using it would likely be impossible. The ring possesses potential far beyond what can be perceived, but its owner understands very little, and has no desire to learn anything more about magical nicknacks.

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