Popular Name: Urza (Real name Lee Izard)
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Family they serve: N/A
Rank: Outlaw
Appearance: Despite his age, he looks like he's in his mid-twenties with his sharp facial hair. As for his actual brown hair, it's dirtied and wild-- unrestricted by law. You stare into his passionate hazel eyes and you see his Robin Hood complex. He enshrouds himself with a ragged cloak to hide not only his leather armor but his weapons and rogue equipment. His pants were made out of potato sacks. Shoes from-- wait what shoes?
Personality: My true loyalty lies with the safety of the people who he sees are taken advantage on a daily basis by corrupt officials. As such, there is no base level for me to protect them. Sure, the lords and ladies say they get along with "civilians," but they're only making it worse by squabbling over a monarchy like children! Superior military, huh? It won't be so superior once I get through their generals! Can't sleep in the process, or else I steal things in my sleep. Shows you how much I'm devoted to the outlaw life, eh? Surely our people doesn't want children running our nation, right? A radical deconstruction of the government is in order--that's for sure! I'd get people to help me, but most of them think I'm crazy because of my nature of madness, but that's such a relative science, right? Besides, who trusts a rogue? I don't trust myself at times. But seriously, we're the most under-appreciated and over-the-top difficult job description there is! We can pick locks, pick pockets, find out in advance what's going on so I can be a general, assassinate targets, and much more! I'll be open for the royals and lords to hire me, but they'll surely realize who they're dealing with soon after.
Short Bio: Well, see-- I was born in the slums of the capital. Obviously I was such a rogue--picking pockets and whatnot. Had to do what I could to survive, because my dad was taken off into the insane asylum days after mum martyred her life to fight for a better life. As i got older, my innocence was gone after the only good jobs involved murder. I soon realized that I was following to survive, and I couldn't live like that anymore. The capital was no more, and I went into the wilderness to fight a cause bigger than myself, as my brave mom did.