Name: Hasaris Mareskis
Age: 18
Belongings: A steel dagger, red turban, dirty yellowish-white robes, and ragged foot-coverings
Personality: Deceitful, patient, defiant, cynical, and slightly arrogant
Physical Description: Nut-brown skin, dark hair, and brown hair, and a strange scar in the shape of a crescent moon on his shoulder and thin
Bio: He doesn't know who his parents are, and hes been on his own his whole life as far as hes aware. He has has not ventured further then then five or six streets that comprise the backareas of the market. Hasaris became a fairly proficient pick-pocket, and a very good "cutter". Various gangs employed him to get close to marks, kill them, and take their gold. On the day of the festival he found himself drunk in a ditch where he had stolen enough gold to get disgustingly drunk. It is now evening and he while lurching around a kind tradesman offered him a place and stay and there he is now.