Username: Poppyseed
Occupation: Bandit
Species: Human
Age: 32
Personality: Red hardly ever smiles, and because of that, when he does, he looks immensely different, like a whole another person. He's cynical and sarcastic, and it seems that he doesn't mind making people uncomfortable or angry at him. Hell, he takes pleasure in pissing people off to the point that they want to fight him, and what's a fight here and there? Red doesn't always win those, but the pain makes him realize he's still alive, and not a numb body of consciousness. Much like a cutter cuts. He's a smart-ass and greatly narcissistic, but not because he's got high self-esteem, it's quite the opposite.
Weapons: Cutlass, throwing daggers, whip.
Weaknesses: He falls for seduction acts easily, for a man like him, his aching loins are never satisfied. He often suffers consequences of his hubris, a fatal flaw he's had since he was a little lad.
Status: Single, with no living friends or family, just acquaintances here and there.
Children: Who knows? There could be one or two out there.
Biography: Red was born into a regular peasant family, it wasn't until their early death did Red began acting out. As an orphaned cutpurse, Red was skilled at it. With speed and acrobatics unmatched, Red took on the self-proclaimed profession as a bandit. He was offered a spot in the Thief guild, and by now, he would have been the head Thief, but he liked to work alone. It was perhaps the need to take all the loot for himself, without the requirement of sharing.
Likes: Beautiful women, ale, nighttime and the dark, making people uncomfortable or angry with him.
Dislikes: People knowing his identity, inquisitive and curious folks, the law and authority, folks who have no loot.
Other: Red doesn't necessarily travel on foot, he steals horses from stables at night and rides off with a beautiful mare or stallion. At times, he shows up at Taverns to cause mayhem, or just get absolutely sloshed.