[Hider=Reza Kelm - The Thief] Name: Reza Kelm

Age: 30

Class: The thief

Race: Human

Appearance: Reza appears as a fairly normal looking man underneath his thieves get up. Short black hair usually slicked back that for the most part is hidden underneath his hood. Dark brown eyes, sunken into his face with seemingly perpetual bags underneath his eyes from long nights on the run and lack of sleep. Standing at six feet making making him just a bit taller than the average height, but most people if they see him usually seem him hunched over. A body toned from a rough life constantly running, jumping, climbing or moving in general. A small discrepancy which is often overlooked is his missing pinky finger on his left hand 

Weapons: A dagger strapped to his belt and another in his boot. As well as a few small explosive devises.

Armor: A dark brown boiled leather Lamellar chestpiece accompanied by leather shin and wrist guards and sturdy boots. With a black Half-duster with several pockets and pouches inside of it.

Height: 6 feet even.

Likes: Expensive food, music, sleeping, and whatever is in your pockets.

Dislikes: Clingy people, people unable to think on their own, the guardsmen and large bodiea of water.

Goal: The undead have made his line of a rk much more difficult, where most folks would call then guards, now he's being outright attacked, much more than normal anyway. People are much more cautious in times like these which makes his job that much harder. The only solution he see's is to stop the necromancer.

History: Reza spent his entire life in Sharlton, and from when he was old enough to understand what he was doing he was stealing. He vaguely remembers his parents, but he's taken the time to forget them, much like they did to him, at a young age, he isn't sure why they left or where they went, but he doesn't care to find out. The closest thing to family Reza had was his mentor, Dominick Kelm, to whom he considered a father figure and who he took his last name from. He taught him everything he knew moving quietly, what to and what not to steal, picking locks and pockets and how to properly engage someone if they could be spoken to, rather than fought. Around the time Reza was 18 his mentor passed away, his death was mourned by no one, save for Reza. 

He continued on his own, taking the knowledge passed on from his mentor he, in time became a notorious criminal, the first ten years were rough, he spent more time in jail than out of it for a few years, but he became familiar with the lay out of the cells how the guards thought, and when and what they did around the prison. Reza had become known for his acrobatic abilities, and commonly referred to as a second story man, for entering homes and shops through the top floor rather than the bottom. More recently robbing anyone's home has become a difficult task, as windows are being bared shut and people's dispositions, and rationality left elsewhere. He still manages to pull of something worth while every now and again, and the fences are wanting more and more these days it seems, which requires riskier targets, which may lead to being jailed. And in these trying times, jail sounds like a vacation. 

Personality: Reza is dry and passive to a fault, but is often very polite, even in the midst of robbing folks. He see's it as trying to please the customer, making repeat business easier. He cares little for attachment to people as it can and will only lead to pain in his eyes, and would much rather be alone. That isn't to say he doesn't enjoy a good time here and there but the people he is willing to be around is small at best. He's the kind of person who'd chat with your granny all afternoon, and then walk out with all of her silverware. [/hider]