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Name: Arthur Carlyle
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Name: Arthur Carlyle
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165
Race: Faledrin Human
Equipment:
Four steel daggers
Steel short sword
Throwing knives
Smoke bombs
Armor
How long they have been in the Cult of Thieves: 7 years
Specialization: Acquisition
A lifetime spent living off the streets has left Arthur with exceptional infiltration capabilities, as well as a variety of tactical abilities such as pick-pocketing, scouting, lock-picking, interrogation and free running.
Writing sample:
Quietly, Arthur sat outside upon a rooftop, sipping coffee, observing and watching as the sun made its way down. It was his pre-infiltration ritual, and one he quiet enjoyed. An orange blaze engulfed the sky and the city, and diminished with every minute, until finally everything was covered in darkness, with the exception of the well lit areas of the city itself. Arthur stood up, adjusted his weaponry, donned his cloak and hood and was off; scaling building after building and leaping between rooftops.
Click. The door was open. Arthur crept throughout the mansion in search of his clients diamond ring, or rather, someone else's diamond ring that was soon to be his clients. With grace, he slid past the door into the master bedroom, brandishing a dagger as he did so and pressing it into a nobleman's neck.
"The ring." He whispered into the mans ear, knowing full well he was fully aware of which ring the man was after. Gently, Arthur gripped the diamond ring in-between two fingers and slid it off of the nobleman's index finger. With that, he sheathed his weapon, sprinted towards the window and launched himself upon the rooftop, sliding downward off the roof, over the wall and into the night.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165
Race: Faledrin Human
Equipment:
Four steel daggers
Steel short sword
Throwing knives
Smoke bombs
Armor
How long they have been in the Cult of Thieves: 7 years
Specialization: Acquisition
A lifetime spent living off the streets has left Arthur with exceptional infiltration capabilities, as well as a variety of tactical abilities such as pick-pocketing, scouting, lock-picking, interrogation and free running.
Writing sample:
Quietly, Arthur sat outside upon a rooftop, sipping coffee, observing and watching as the sun made its way down. It was his pre-infiltration ritual, and one he quiet enjoyed. An orange blaze engulfed the sky and the city, and diminished with every minute, until finally everything was covered in darkness, with the exception of the well lit areas of the city itself. Arthur stood up, adjusted his weaponry, donned his cloak and hood and was off; scaling building after building and leaping between rooftops.
Click. The door was open. Arthur crept throughout the mansion in search of his clients diamond ring, or rather, someone else's diamond ring that was soon to be his clients. With grace, he slid past the door into the master bedroom, brandishing a dagger as he did so and pressing it into a nobleman's neck.
"The ring." He whispered into the mans ear, knowing full well he was fully aware of which ring the man was after. Gently, Arthur gripped the diamond ring in-between two fingers and slid it off of the nobleman's index finger. With that, he sheathed his weapon, sprinted towards the window and launched himself upon the rooftop, sliding downward off the roof, over the wall and into the night.
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It's not hard to mistake Arthur to be a few years younger than he really is, the young mans curly pitch black hair does well to conceal his face at times. Arthur's skin remains an eerily pale white, his eyes such a dark brown they seem as black as his hair on occasion. His athletic figure remains lithe and capable of trespassing even the tightest hallways, tunnels, corridors and what have you.
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With a father gone missing and a mother dead at birth, Arthur was destined for an exceptionally problematic life, and spent the entirety of his youth in Faledrin's most poverty stricken orphanages. Living in poverty within the kingdom lead many youths to resort to petty theft and your occasional pickpocket spree, and it was this very world Arthur found himself trapped within.
Even so, he managed to befriend many of his peers, and they worked together to snatch and scrape what they could for the sake of their own personal well-being. They felt little guilt in doing so considering what little effort the kingdom made to help. Arthur did not hesitate to take matters into his own hands.
As he grew older, him and a particular band of misfits he had grown up with moved on from petty thievery and used their skills and connections within the world of poverty to track down a fence. From then on, the band of thieves went out of their way to acquire valuable goods to sell, living a dangerous yet luxurious life off of the wealthy. Or, as luxurious as several poverty stricken orphans could get.
With time, they moved on from several small and relatively safe heists a day to one to two risky yet profitable heists a month. Catching the attention of the city guard after only their first large heist, the group had amassed a bounty, even losing a member in the process, who now remains in the castle dungeon. Still, their true identities remain hidden, yet their presence remains prevalent within their neighborhood and the surrounding areas.
It did not take long for the cries of Faledrin's poorest citizens to catch the attention of the Cult of Thieves. At a young age, Arthur looked up to the Cult with reverence and admiration, and longed to join the cause, as he could not think of any other life he would prefer to live. As the years passed, Arthur underwent his own private and intense training regiment, practicing the art of free running as well as honing his skills as a thief and infiltrator.
As his lust for theft grew over the years, the young man developed thrill seeking tendencies, leading the way towards risky behavior on and off the streets, all for the sake of a little excitable thrill. The young man will go out of his way to maximize his profit, but will never jeopardize the safety of his companions.
Having been a product of a system that revolves around greed and poverty, Arthur never once doubted the honesty of his actions, and considered them to be just and appropriate, despite his run-ins with the law, as there were many. Even so, the art of bribery and persuasion has saved the young man on numerous occasion. Faledrin's greed knows no bounds.
Upon his eighteenth birthday, Arthur and his peers decided to celebrate his coming of age by indulging in a heist to gather party supplies and food in his honor, for the sake of his starving "cousins" in poverty. Coincidentally, a nobleman intended to throw a banquet on the same day, and had his servants prepare the feast.
However, just as the guests had begun to make their arrival, most of the food and drinks had vanished into the night. Word of the robbery spread among the neighborhood like wildfire, and that night Arthur and his closest peers celebrated, sharing their spoils with the orphanage. Such an act caught the attention of The Cult of Thieves, who tracked down Arthur, the leader of the heist. The rest is soon to be history.
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