Description

Name: Falmas Nailo
Age: 56 (Appears to be in the mid-20's)
Race: Elf

Picture:
Height: 6'00"
Weight: 130
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Body Type: Lithe

Personality

Personality: A cynic and fatalist, he wears the mask of the lighthearted joker, often playing pranks on people who seem to take themselves too seriously. While often meaning well, he can be prideful, and if he interprets something as a challenge, he'll attempt to face it just to prove he can. While overall good-natured, he knows that sometimes being the bad guy is better for everyone else.
Quirks: Acute Kleptomania and sometimes talks to people who aren't there. No one is sure if he's crazy, or just enjoys making people think he is. He'll also sneak up on people, just to surprise them.

Likes: Ale, music, and a good story, and a little chaos.
Dislikes: Arrogance, condescension, his job, and established order, especially religion and government.

History

Falmas has been an outsider for his entire life. He had never known his parents, raised in an orphanage where everyone was his family, yet he had no one he could really care for. Through poverty and neglect, he grew to be a jaded individual who had learned to look after himself, and to let everyone else do the same. For the longest time, he cared about nothing. He knew nothing but what he was told to know, and did nothing but what he was told to do. Ushered through life by the old woman who ran the orphanage; he viewed his life with a casual indifference. And then came the day when he was sent out into the world, a grown man with nothing to live for and no reason to die. With no real skills, save for a sharp mind and observant eyes, he learned to fend for himself; turning to crime to feed himself, and the other homeless alumni of the orphanages and boarding houses, the groveling masses, eager for fate to shape them into something better.

Through living with others in the same predicament as him, grown people with empty minds and empty bellies, he learned the importance of cooperation, and how to rely on his fellow man. It was found that he had a rather keen mind for planning robberies and other well-paying jobs; helping his fellow urchins carve out a place for themselves in a world that was so far unkind. It became even worse when Girotos rose to power and the meek were trampled upon, and even the middle class families didn't have enough to justify stealing from them. As the dragons began to leave, several of the homeless believed that it was a sign of the end times, and began death cults, taking their own lives to prevent further suffering, with the promise of bliss in the afterlife. One day, he returned to his home; a modest camp set up outside the capitol city of Eden, where he and several of his highwaymen friends took shelter from the elements, only to find that they were all dead, save for one person who for some reason wasn't with the remaining bodies, A man that had often butted heads with Falmas for leadership of the group, wanting to lead the party to more heinous crimes that the Elf's conscience wouldn't allow.

Left on his own, he gathered what few resources he could assemble and set off to make a life for himself, a leaf blowing in the wind, with no direction save for the constant pull of time. He eventually took up work as a hired thug, stealing for money rather than necessity, as life in the capitol city became more and more desperate for the lower classes. His jobs ranged from corporate espionage to exploring ruins with archaeological teams, disarming ancient traps set to ward off grave robbers. Life required him to take on a sunny disposition to make things more bearable, especially when he had to carry out gruesome or otherwise distasteful tasks. He soon learned the value of a good sword and several well-hidden daggers that he keeps on him at all times. Although he is essentially a coward, his work taught him to fight for his life when required to. If he can help it, he will spare an attackers life, preferring to slink back into the shadows and disappear.

His current goals remain vague and muddled in political motives, but he's willing to take up any job that will keep him entertained.