Name: Leon “Jackal” L’vard
Race: Human (Ra’Sheek)
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Class/Career: Rogue/Skirmisher/Independent but Honorable Thief
Weapons:- Long Sword
- A bow
- A clip point knife
Physical Description: A dark skinned man standing at about five foot seven. His black hair had been braided into long thin ropes that hang just a way past his shoulders. They are tied together near his scalp with a red band. And while he definitely has the strength of and body of an acrobat, the exact definition of his muscles aren’t sculpted, but are covered with a thin layer of fat giving him a smoother appearance until they need to flex.
His eyes are brown, and the skin on the palm of his hands are quite rugged from his everyday hard work of just surviving day to day as a thief.
Armor: A well fitting leather vest made of soft flexible leather with an internal lining of metal plates and a few layers of linen that protects his torso. Complete with Pauldrons. The layer of linen continues up past the collar to form a cowl. Two clips on either side of the hood pulls some of it back towards the back to return some of the peripheral to the wearer.
Leather bracers on his fore arms, and hardened sections supplemented with a plate on the front his thighs.
Equipment- Sharpening stone + oil
- 25 Standard Arrows
- 5 Igniting Arrows
- Thieving tool kit
- Rope with grapple-hook.
- Two Agony Grenades
- Bandages
- Caltrops
- Bag of Dirt
- A masterfully made bronze mask that looks like a jackal’s head.
Mental Description/Personality:Jackal in just a few words could be described as a both a clever and optimistic free spirited man. It doesn’t sound right for a thief, but it definitely is who he is. So... armed with a devil may care smile, and a heaping pool of sarcasm and humor he can tackle any bleak, dreadful day without a bat of an eye.
Many would assume that this is all an act. But rest assured it is not. However, do not think that means that he is caring. A hungry wolf could be as caring if it spots a lone vagabond stalking through the woods. He’s the sort of man who chooses his friends carefully, and come no tide or hell will he ever betray them or leave them behind. The rest, however, can go to hell as far as he’s concerned.
But that does bring into question one thing that makes this independent thief so strange compared to all others. Honor. And strangely he's a thief that takes honor seriously… to a degree. When he gives his word, he means it. Should you feel he is lying, he’s not. If you fear a knife in the back, it won’t be his. And if you’re worried about him running off with your share of the loot, don’t worry about it.
Goals: He stole to survive, and he’s done with that. He seeks adventure, and a challenge. A little profit wouldn't hurt, but to a well practiced thief anyone's pockets are his pockets.
Background/History:Growing up in a Ra’Sheekan City as a lower class member is definitely a bastard of an achievement on it’s own right. If you’re not having problems with water, your neighbor, landlord, or debt, you were definitely having problems with the upper class members and of course the Rogue Guilds.
In his early years of life, he began stealing. It started off as simple things; apples, bread, and fish. Then it grew into more impressive things. Coin purses, books, and tools. And heck, he was good at it. If he was caught he was a quick kid. He’d dart through the crowd and weave through the masses to give his pursuers a slip.
He's a self-taught man in his adolescent years. Not only was he wise in the ways of the streets, and the underworld. But knowledgeable from all the books he had stolen and accumulated over the years. And yes, he did read them.
And those years marked the start of his career
He declined many offers from the guilds to join their ranks, and instead opted to remain a freelance thief by contract. The Jackal, a moniker he earned from a stolen mask, was known for being a thief of his word… no matter how high the costs or bounty a heist may produce. He got in quietly, stole, planted evidence, or even kidnapped if hired to. The fates of those that needed to disappear are as sure as anyone who was captured by a Gnoll. Because… well… he was actually friendly and quite welcome with the local Gnoll tribes thanks to his mask.
But then the danger wasn’t enough. He began training in the way of the sword and bow and joining the underground fights. He managed to get himself torn up pretty badly leaving many scars on his body after many fights. And in some cases he barely won. But through those fights he began pick up tricks. And the fights grew more decisive with time.
But… that wasn’t good enough for the thrill seeker, and lover of a good challenge. He turned his back on his old city, and left for the life of a mercenary. A decision he had yet to regret.
NOTE:
Agony Grenade is similar to a smoke bomb. But it's not something you want to conceal in. It's a vicious grenade that makes a cloud of ground glass, pepper, poison oak, and irritant designed to attack the eyes, mouth, and nostrils as well as open wounds.
