Xenith (Beleg_Strongbow)
Race: men
Height: 6'5
Age: 25
Family: father, Quentyn; mother, Maddwyn
Animals: none
Weapons: a large two-part sword
Personality: A rather crafty individual; clever, sharp-tongued, sarcastic. Is also quite charismatic (which works on females, to an extent) when he wishes to be. Gets cranky when he doesn't sleep well. Doesn't readily trust others, and likes to keep to himself, but is aimiable enough. Is a lot of fun if he gets drunk - very friendly, and sings a lot (he has a lovely voice). Is an accomplished pickpocket and general thief, and is rather skilled at fleeing from authority figures or talking his way out of a charge.
Appearance: Tall and lanky; slender but not malnourished - like a dancer's body. Dark hair, long and matted, but light, sharp eyes; sharp nose, high cheekbones. Gets mistaken for an elf at times (which he doesn't mind), when he bothers to shave, but is only a normal man. Often bears a smirk that lets on he knows more than he speaks of. Wears a restitched woolen tunic and leathers, with battered boots, and an old cloak.
History:
Xenith can only remember as far back as he was ten years old. A professional thief named Bale Pailen found him shivering in an alley, hugging a large, two part sword, and took him in. He later became part of a stealing ring made up of children and young people. Pailen taught him the finer arts of proper stealing (big things, small things, anything), and how to use charm to weasel out of most accusations. As Xenith entered adulthood, he became second in command of the ring, second only to Pailen, despite their rather severe personality differences. Later, Pailen was killed during a stealing operation, making Xenith the lead. Almost captured by the authorities, Xenith fled the nameless city he was in and has been wandering Middle-Earth ever since, flitting from village to village, city to city.
