Owyn is a Human Rogue.

Appearance

18 years old, 5'5", dark brown hair, short cut, one ear badly cut and scar across cheek, dressed in simple clothing, not to tight so movement is easy. dark in colour. Favourite weapons. Daggers, Stileto, Bow

Background

I left home when I was 15, I hooked up with a few friends and went to seek pastures new, we all wanted to be adventures and make ourselves filthy rich. We got as far as Sassarine and that was it. Billy met a young lady who worked in a local Inn.

A few months after arriving in town. After that his spirit for adventure was quashed by his new love.

We saw him less and less over the comming months, he got her pregnant, was threatend by her father, that If he didnt marry her and get a job to support the two of them, that he would and I quote "Cut his balls of with a blunt knife and make him eat them until he bled to death". Suffice to say Billy did what he was told. Jak was a bit more unfortunate in his short life.

We met up with a Guy known as Jacob who told us we could make good money working for him, he said he would train us and put us up in our own apartment.

We did not ask as many questions as we should have really, and agreed, as our present situation was very poor, nowhere to live except on the streets, the only money we had was go from "scamming" the well to do folks on the street.

The two of us used to look for new folks arriving in town and relieve them of there belongings so as to make things easier to carry.

Jacob trained us in the art of a Rogue, first by training us over the rooftops of Sassarinne jumping and swinging from ledges, climbing up walls by using footholes, window ledges, and roof overhangs. By the time we were done I was extremly fit and nimble, this helped in our next task, weapons training.

We were tought how to use a stileto and daggers, for close combat, bows for attacking from range and how to block and roll away from lunges, to defend ourselves with whatever was availble in our surroundings, be it dirt in the eyes from the ground or by using debris littered around the streets, dustbin lids, bits of iron, wood ect.

Next was pickpocketing and then how to get rid of our "acquisitions", of course Jacob got his extortionate cut of 70%.

I exelled in training over the months and became very agile and quick in combat. Jacob was sorry to loose me from his employment, so sorry in fact that his "friends are still looking for me".

Jak on the other hand was not so good at his training, dont get me wrong he was profficient enough but in the end the lack of skills got him killed.

We where out one day on an errand for Jacob, we had to meet an acquaintance of his at the docks at noon to pick up a package and deliver the package to an Inn in the centre of town, no questions where asked about what was in the package.

Jak had a bad feeling about out task and did not want to go, I persuaded him that it would be ok and to stop worrying all the time. We met with the guy at the docks, he was extremly dodgy to say the least,at the time I thought that something was wrong as it well just wrong.

On the way to town we noticed that we where being followed, footsteps behind us in the distance that stopped just after we would, other patrons of Sassarinne that were around when we had walked by, but when I looked round there was no one in sight, as though they ran away scared of what was following behind us. I pulled Jak into a dark alley without notice, motioning to him that we were being followed and to draw his dagger.

Before I knew it we where set apon, 3 figures dressed in black carrying Longswords. Two came at Jak in a flash while the other slashed at me with his sword, I managed to block his attack and roll away, while doing so drew my dagger and slashed at his ankle slllicing a deep gash in it, the bllack figure crumpled to the ground, his sword fell sliding into the gutter away from us.

I managed to roll over grab it and make a forcefull blow downwards to stab the figure on the ground in the chest. I heard a cry from the street it sounded like Jak. Looking around I saw one figure stumbling away with a stileto from his neck leaving him for dead, the other with a dagger in the leg. Jak had done well but not well enough.

Comming from his chest a flow of deep red blood and in his back an arrow deeply set. I ran in anger at the two figures. Threw my last dagger at the limping figuure, it hit him square in the head knocking him flying into the gutter. All my anger was unleahed into that one throw, the guy never knew what had hit him. I leant over to see to Jak.

He was dead.

Then an arrow flew through the air, it was only my training that made me roll away just in time, it clipped my ear slicing half of it off, blood was running down my cheek and into my eyes. I regret it now but the only thing i could do was run into the shadows leaving Jak laying there for the local guard to clean up.

Once safely away I cried for almost an hour, it was my fault Jak was dead he did not want to come but I made him. I opened the package wanting t know what had almost got me killed and Jak now dead. Inside was a dagger inlaid with gems the finest I had ever seen. I was angry, I knew that jacob loved to spend his money on expensive things, of which he never used, they just used to sit in his dwelling on display to show everyone how rich and powerfull he was, and it was this expensive taste that had got Jak killed.

I laid low for weeks avoiding his men not knowing what to do with the dagger, it was hard everywhere I went I had the feeling that I was being followed, only venturing out to get food and water to survive. On one of these outings I noticed a sign nailed to a notice board.

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