Homeland: Zandu

"Ah, my most beautiful lady, were that I could take you with me, but I fear I must take your jewelry instead, and content myself by stealing the merest of kisses from your graceful lips."

You always were a scoundrel and rogue; your life a constant series of dangerous trysts, flamboyant entrances, passionate nights, and swift exits. Even when you enlisted at the Palaestra of the Blade, you spent more time sneaking away from classes and narrowly avoiding trouble than practicing your fencing. You might have failed the course, were it not for your popularity and irresistible charm. Excitement, danger, and passion are your meat and drink, and you knew you could not endure more than a single year's enlistment in the military, however lax, or, Ten Thousand forbid, enter any common profession. Instead, you pursue the romantic ideal of the highwayman with style, breathing in the heady mix of risk, drama, fame, and the potential for easy gains. In other nations you would be considered nothing but a common criminal, but in Zandu, you are a figure of romance and adventure, at least to those you haven't robbed yet. Your pseudonym and exploits are becoming the subject of tavern tales, and you live each moment, never worrying what tomorrow might bring. You intend to live the life that others only dream of.

Physical Characteristics: 5'6"-6', 100-180 lbs. Copper skin, sculpted features, dark hair, dark green eyes, skin enhanced with vividly colored pigments.

Attributes:
INT +1
PER +1
WIL -2
CHA +2
STR 0
DEX +2
CON 0
SPD +2
CR +4
MR 0
HP 19

Skills:
Swordsmanship +3
Acrobatics +4
Evade +3
Seduce +3
Etiquette +5
Ride +6
Fashion +4
Mounted Combat +3
Appraiser +2
High Talislan, native
Low Talislan, native

Equipment: Flamboyant velveteen cape, stylish hood and mask, knee high boots, silk shirt, leather breeches, felt gloves, hair confined in silver bands, dueling sword, pouch, graymane steed, evocative nom de plume.

Wealth: 100 gold lumens in Zandir crescents and stolen jewelry.