[hider=Bartleby Sterling]

[b]Gender:  [/b]  Male

[b]Species: [/b]  Human 

[b]Kingdom of Origin: [/b] Talbor

[b] Physical appearance: [/b] Bartleby is a 6 foot 1 tall male with Caucasian white skin, green eyes with dark bags under his eyes, ginger swept back hair and a soul patch beard. He supports a skinny, non athletic build and is missing a single front tooth.  He has a high pitched and generally whiny tone of voice, (something along the lines of Yuri Lowenthal), and walks very carefree, with a spring in his step.

[b]Attire: [/b] Bartleby wears a set of jet black nobleman shoes, and a set of black scale skin leggings wrapped with jet black belts. (All the cool kids are doing it, in Bartleby's defense). Supporting a white frilled shirt, a blue and gold trimmed noblemans vest and a golden cravat and a jet black cloak. To top it all off, he wears an eccentric jet black musketeer styled hat, with a blue feather lodged at the side. 

[b]Personality:[/b]  Bartleby is a very selfish and greedy individual, but isn't evil. He'll take whatever he can find and get, having a problem due to being a klepto. He finds himself always attempting to get the best offer out of a situation and will do what is necessary to save himself. Which usually involves running away. He is a coward and a liar, and will always try and bluff himself out of a situation. Bartleby is also a freeloader and a moocher but he generally desires the destruction of the red legion... He'll just try and offer... mortal support... if he can't help it! He can be kind, thoughtful and understanding, but when it comes to survival, he will either run off or demand safety.

[b]Hobbies/interests:[/b] Bartleby finds enjoyment in drinking, reading and enjoys "collecting" things from everywhere he goes, always having some sort of new item after each place he visits, he likes to call it a hobby. He also enjoys brothels, silence and not being bothered. He also enjoys getting free stuff! 

[b]Skills:[/b] Bartleby's main skills lie in his non combat standpoint. He is great at lying and playing the poker faced expression, giving him excellent negotiating skills, being able to bribe or weasel his way into many establishments.

Bartleby also has the ability to forge new identities and can help hide his allies whereabouts with false Intel, giving them a good amount of time to escape from a bad situation if it comes to it. 
With being a cheating, lying and selfish prat, he also has the ability to lie straight through his teeth with "charm", allowing him to persuade others for information and get Intel for the group that others might not be able to get. 

[b]Backstory:[/b] 

Bartleby, who had no name at the time, but would later on gain one grew up like many humans within Talbor, as a child he was adopted and raised by a merchant family, though the memories were vague, the only way to describe it was that Bartleby was chosen to be raised merely to help whatever business his adopted parents owned, to help their little scheme flourish therefore as a young boy, Bartleby was raised to be a liar, to cheat and to steal, to use others for personal gain and to never betray his parents. As a child all this information was confusing for the young boy, as he was privately tutored by an arrogant and rough teacher, never even getting to know other children, he was forcibly and abusively banned from interacting with anyone his young age, and grew up in an isolated environment where only his parents could "teach" him about what mattered. 

Growing up to learn history, merchandising skills, thievery and much more, along the lines of language and culture, but only to exploit, they had a child they could raise as their own little money maker, and had it not been for their "accidental" deaths, it would have continued that way.

Fortunately however, when you become too much of an ass in life, life does you straight in it, and that happened smoothly by the time of Bartleby's eleventh birthday. Simply doing his parents chores and being taught the values of "merchandising", a group of armed men broke into the home and slew both his adoptive mother and father, causing the young child to fail to process what just happened, he never had any love for them, as they showed no love back, but the incident left him almost scarred, when the armed men approached him, it had come to his attention that his parents were in fact scum, nothing but dirty thieves and con artists who seeked to con every single individual out of their gold, and was a potential" threat". With nobody else to take care of him, the armed man agree'd to bring him to a much more "profitable business" And that's how Bartleby was first introduced to the life of the stereotypical criminal underground. 

Raised by his new father, named Daniels, a short, black haired tanned male with a talent for crossbows, he acted more like a father than his older parents ever could. Raising him in the criminal underground, and with his thievery and merchandising skills, his new father Daniels raised him on how to lie properly, and taught him the use of his weapon, however Bartleby wasn't a very brave child, and always simply put on a brave face to fool the people around him, skipping any boring and trivial details, Bartleby continued how to use a crossbow, was taught how to lie and cheat and got taught how to trade much more effectively, and with his effort and his adopted father, the two were able to make quite a small fortune in the black market and with their thievery, selling and conning, the two were impressive at their jobs, and ran this for 9 years until Bartleby was twenty years old... and able to outsmart his own father... and meet an individual which would stay in his life for better or more realistically for worse for the rest of his life. 

Shortly after the black market business had flourished, and after 9 long years, Bartleby became over such a long time very skilled with using the crossbow and a skillful negotiator, and with these skills and a business partner none the wiser, along with bartleby's own kleptomaniac tendencies which grew over the course of his life of crime, in one single day, and with his adoptive fathers back turned, he killed him... If he was brave and cruel enough, no instead he simple snagged a key to the groups savings and bolted as fast as his legs out carry him with the mass of funds, however it didn't take long for the black market to catch onto his scheme, as he fled with thick bags of gold and hot stolen items all within a giant rucksack, he barely escaped with his life, used his skills to acquire himself with the gold he bought a new outfit, to mask his old appearance and get himself under a new name, or alias. His original name is unknown, and is known only as Bartleby Sterling, the original name given to him is not even known to himself, having never had a name giving to him by either his newer father of his adoptive parents back when he was a child. 

Hidden away within an abandoned basement at a corner street within Talbor, Bartleby investigated the contents of the stolen goods and money, enough money to keep him fed for years and within the stolen rucksack of valuables were gems, hot stolen gems fresh for selling and another items curiously popped itself out of the bag... a small, chubby looking Siamese kitten poked its little head out and stared cutely at Bartleby, the conman and merchant coward not knowing just how much agony the cat would bring to him, Bartleby decided to take the cat in, and raise it himself as the two quickly and using bartleby's talents, sold the hot merchandise for a thick profit before fleeing and escaping the criminal clutches of the underground, deciding to use his fine money to start a new life.

Now at age 23, Bartleby has been able to quickly amass his wealth, shown through his very eccentric and interesting attire to look as flashy as possible along with his fat, round cat sucking up every gold piece he had at the same time, now he is starting to feel the pressure of his fortune draining no help to his cat, his conning, thievery and merchant skills having only gotten him so far, if he didn't try and get better merchandise, he was going to start losing money and eventually go poor. Bartleby decided. "The red legion... such powerful weapons... If perchance I was able to steal some of that technology and pretend I was on a major quest to save everyone... I could probably get my riches back again.!" And with this foolish plan, Bartleby would find himself going up against forces which were vastly superior in skill to him, in a mission he would refer to as his greatest and most biggest cock up.

[b]Family:[/b] N/A

 [b]Relationships:[/b] No relationships yet. 

 [b]Weaponry:[/b] 

Two handed crossbow: Beatrix with 30 bolts in a boxed quiver just above his rear, hidden under his cloak. 

(more bombs but takes up an extra slot) two slots: Magical explosives: 20 in a bagged pouch at the side of his hip, hidden under his cloak. 

Medicine: Potions, healing ones, hidden under his cloak, it contains 3 healing potions and a poison cure. 

 [b]Abilities:[/b] 
Crossbow training: Despite being overly pathetic in almost all areas, Bartleby finds himself safest when he is as far away from his opponent as possible... Which is why as a child he got trained how to use a crossbow! And he loves his Big Beatrix! However this is probably one of his only known skills, his expert ability with crossbows gives him a great perceptive insight on how to fire upon an enemy with it, and with this skill he is able to execute his foes from a huge distance.
 
Explosives: Make things explode and then RUN. How does Bartleby handle himself if he's out of crossbow bolts and an angry red legion man is coming at him with murder in his eyes... Aside from urinating himself, Bartleby has the ability to use elemental explosives, thanks to his connections and secret buyers, he has amassed and is skilled in using these bombs to his advantage. 

Running away: Ah yes, one of his many great and ferocious talents is that he can run away like a sissy girl at a speed of something pretty fast if it was getting chased by a lion. Using his ability to be unpredictable, one of his many fine traits is creating a distraction big enough to let himself escape the area in the hopes of being able to out maneuver and escape his foes so he may live to fight another day.

[hider]Bartleby: SMOKE BOMB! -runs away like a little girl at the speed of a deer- [/hider]

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] 

race: below-average agility, less harmony with nature, short lifespans

Personal: Weak defense, no ability to use magic, cowardly nature makes him run away if he can, at every opportunity he can get. 

 [b]Companion:[/b] 

Oh Bartleby has a beast of burden... in the shape of a roly poly  shaped obese Siamese cat called Shin... This beast of burden can be summerised as a food engulfing black hole, and it nags people just as much as Bartleby does, a major bothering bother which bothers our bothersome Bartleby until it can't be bothered to bother anymore! A cat who's main desire is eating, and sleeping, and meowing, and repeating... Though it does make for some good laughs when it annoys Bartleby to the point of frustration, it is his only true friend though, and he loves shin dearly, and hates the every lasting guts out of the monstrous fatass at the same time... But what can ya' do? 

[b]Other:[/b] GET THE POLARIS OUT OF MY EYES...!

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