Description

Personality

He is a plunderer. Beware the slight hands of the Atrocious Ariman. Quick of hand and sly of wit, he roams the country side, venturing into the towns for his own entertainment. He finds it amusing to hear the cries of his own name. His names are many, across the vast land of the kingdom. Poster upon poster is plastered to every available surface, flat or rocky, bark or stone. Handsome as it is, (At least he thinks so.) It is one of the most wanted faces in the land. He does not believe in trusting people, nor does he believe in socializing. He is a strict, loner. He resides within a cave, deep in a forest far far away. (But not too far.) He owns no horses, and he does not own the land that he stands, and lives on. He is what they call, a sly dog. A devilish cat. He slinks around, creeping about as though it is the only thing he can do. And in a way, it is the only thing. His only trusted friend, is his noble horse. A mare he bought off a merchant once upon a time. Black in coat, she gallops about furiously at night, which is his best pick pocketing and highway "trolling" hours.

Though he is a thief, he is also a comedian in his own ways. He is funny, and gentle when he wants to be, and valiant when need be. Why, just the other day The Atrocious Ariman broke into a rich old lady's house, only to pick pocket the guards instead of actually stealing the diamond pendants and sapphire brooches she had stashed away in the MASSIVE safes he knew were hidden there. A few years ago, he broke into the palace himself, the guards all being trapped up in whatever treat he had set up for them. But he only wished to leave the princess a single, red rose. It was quite a feat, and nobody but Ariman would realize, that he did it only to prove he could, to himself. He is a very dashing, very arrogant man. And though some would say he is old, he is quite young in his ways. This feat is quite incredible, for one such as him. Being he is handicapped very badly. He is a very humorous male, as I said before. But there is a serious, angry side to him all the same. The joking manner is able to be over come by this incredibly somber, silent Ariman, as though he is a different person entirely. What is horrible about it, perhaps is that he will become furious, and do anything to hurt others. Be it with words, or with the sting of a sharp weapon, which could be as hard as words themselves..Perseverance, Loyalty.. Are some of the things he believes in. Ariman never lies, he only stretches, or doesn't tell the whole truth. He is stealthy, and quiet to be true. But at times he can be rambunctious and crazy. Insanity is part of him, and if it wasn't he wouldn't be Ariman.

Equipment

He wears a cloak, lined with the fur of the wild rabbits that hop about his forest. His clothes are jet black, dyed that way by a weed he found whilst traipsing around randomly. He wears a feathered hat, stolen from a rich merchant that he once crossed. The jaded pendant that is pinned to the top of this hat holds a single, emerald green feather, that waves about merrily as he tips it to those he has just plundered. His shoes are made of the finest, coarsest leather, laced up to his knees as he jumps about in frivolous play. He wears a patch over one eye, and usually holds a weathered, wooden cane in one hand, to use his blindness to his advantage, and making it seem more exaggerated. On his right hip, a brown pouch is held, with a few coins that jingle merrily as he walks down a deserted alleyway. On his finger, is a gold signature ring that he stole from an old, dumb duke, who screamed in fury and fell right off of his horse when old Ariman slipped it off of his ring finger. On his left hip, hidden beneath the black cloak lies a rusted old dagger, that belonged to his dead uncle. Upon the hilt is a small, semi precious stone that Ariman found and cut himself, engraving a hole for it in the dagger, and placing it inside. He has held onto the dagger ever since he was ten years old, using it to flay the rabbits that he caught when he was naught but a small tyke. Along with the coins in his pouch, there be a small piece, a thin strip of metal that he uses for any type of devious trick he prefers, though no one knows for sure what all is in the pockets of Ariman. Perhaps a rope, or a string of some sort. Bits and bobs, odds and ends that he could, and would use sometime or the other. Most of the time this is the usual attire he wears, unless he is feeling unusually fun and wears something OTHER than his uniform.

You just never know.

History

Ariman's family, were always thieves. It was the family business. Once upon a time, many generations ago, you would realize that his great great great great great great grea--You get the picture, was the best friend of the king of that time. It was a surprising thing to find, but find it they did. They were actually cousins of the throne. Convincingly enough, they did not give a damn about it, and preferred to be the merry thieves they were. Ariman's father was the best of them all, and his mother the most beautiful woman in the camp. Before the rogue shoulders found them..And stripped away the life Ariman so loved. He loved his father, and his mother very much. His brother was separated from him, and taken to become a soldier himself, against his will. Ariman vowed to find him, but still hasn't in any way. Along with his thieving and his conniving tricks, he has been searching high and low for his little brother, twirling his dagger deep in thought as he searched the hills, the plains, the mountains, and the valleys for that little trickster of a brother. He will never stop searching until he finds him. He was not a current resident of the area, and stumbled upon Thalon. He was surprised by the small city, and thus that invoked curiosity upon the poor lad. He became infatuated with the city and fell in love with it's oddness at once. Everything about it became fond in Ariman's heart, as he still searched for his brother's name.

He roamed the city, becoming familiar with everything and anything about it. He knew every street and every corner, as he stayed their. He became a city man at once, toiling away at any type of job he could do. From being a tailor's assistant, to the thief he usually was at night. He slunk around, like a cat, becoming more than one identity known. In the daylight, he was known as Lyon Beola. In the night.. He was the Atrocious Ariman once more. He's often found at the tavern, skulking there as though he were incognito. Or in his favorite nook at the edge of the docks. Wherever he may be, if called for you will find him near you, in an instant. Be it a whistle, a snap of the fingers, or a simple shouting of his name. Stealthily, he will find the asker, and do his best to grant his or her wish. If the price is right, of course.