Quentin Scrive

Biographical information

Birthplace Vel Anir Born Died Age 27 Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 5'11" (180.4 cm) Mass 212 lbs (96.2 kg) Hair color Dark Brown Eye color Grey Blue Skin color Fair

Political information

Affiliation(s) Thieves Guild Occupation Thief Clan(s) Caste Domain Life and Properties Appropriation Specialist Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Shade Created on August 18, 2019 Avatar Unknown (Tineye said it was unique)

Quentin is an unassuming human of slightly above average height, and average build. You could pass him by on the street and not remember you did so, as he looks like just another member of the teeming masses of humanity in the world. He tends to wear nondescript clothing, and often appears to be unarmed.

Quentin is often quiet, keeping his thoughts and judgements to himself. He has a discerning gaze, and often marks the exits of any room he enters in quick order and makes other tactical notes in his head in case he needs to make a quick exit.

Subterfuge: Quentin is well trained in the art of deceit, whether it is lying to maintain a cover or engaging in other forms of chicanery.
Knife Fighter: Quentin is quite skilled with short blades that are easily secreted about ones body.
Urban Shadow: Quentin has spent his whole life in the darker areas of cities, and is adept in moving around unseen in such environs.

Quentin was born in Vel Anir, but not in one of the great houses. He worked his way around the slums from an early age, his parents often too busy trying to eke a living to be overly watchful of their little boy. This led Quentin to get introduced to some of the lowest of lowlifes from an early age. Those lowest of the low took him into their world and taught him their life from an early age. It wasn't the best education, but it was fairly complete.

The thugs that helped in raising Quentin were only the beginning, as a young, small member of a gang was extremely useful, and within Vel Anir, the various street gangs owed some form of tithe or alleigiance to an overarching guild with no official name. Quentin was eventually introduced to a handler from that guild, and his training was taken over by the best thieves and street toughs in the city.

Rumors of a wider spanning organization that the various thieves guilds of the cities owe homage to has given Quentin a purpose. He has decided t try to join and eventually to lead this organization.

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