Hazen Cross

Hazen Cross

Biographical information

Birthplace Vel Anir Born Died Age 34 Home The Gutters - Vel Anir Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'2" Mass Sturdy Hair color Chestnut Eye color Hazel Green Skin color Olive

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Excellent Thief Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

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Hazen's life began amidst the turmoil of enslavement, his family torn apart by the cruel whims of fate when he was but a boy.

Born into a world where survival was a daily struggle, Hazen knew nothing of the warmth of familial bonds. His mother, younger brother, and sister were torn from him, their fates a haunting mystery that lingered in the depths of his troubled mind.

With grit and determination, he navigated the treacherous currents of slavery, his spirit unyielding despite the chains that bound him. It was through cunning and guile that Hazen forged his path to freedom, gambling with fate and leveraging his skills to buy back his autonomy.

But freedom, as Hazen soon discovered, was a double-edged sword. Cast adrift in a world where survival favored the cunning and the ruthless, he found solace in the shadows of the streets. With a deft hand and a silver tongue, Hazen honed his skills in the art of sleight of hand, mastering the delicate dance of thievery and deception.

Handsome, cocky, and sure of himself, Hazen carved out a niche for himself in the Gutters of Vel Anir, where every corner held the promise of danger and opportunity in equal measure. Amidst the chaos of the city's bustling streets, he found camaraderie among a band of like-minded souls.

In the dimly lit alleys and dingy taverns of the Gutters, Hazen found a home—a place where his skills were revered, and his past was but a distant echo. Yet, beneath the veneer of confidence lay the haunting specter of his lost kin, a reminder of the debts left unpaid and the wounds left unhealed.

And so, with each deftly executed heist and each daring gamble, Hazen sought to carve out his place in a world where the line between right and wrong blurred with each passing day. For in the shadows of Vel Anir, where the whispers of the past mingled with the promises of the future, Hazen was determined to forge his own way—one stolen coin at a time.