Name: Tristan Jay

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Nationality: Sheusian

Occupation: Thief

Skills: 
- Able to sneak and remain hidden well. 
- He's a better shot then he is a stand up fighter.
- Is well versed in the art of lock and pocket picking.

Gear:
- .30-30 rifle (sawed-off)
- 9mm Pistol
- lock-pick set
- Removable scope for rifle
- "poppers" small noise makers thrown to make a distraction.
- Dirt bike (bought fair and square...probably)

Appearance:
- 5‘10“
- Brown eyes/hair tied back in a shoulder length pony tail.
- keeps his face clean shaved.
- Wears blue jeans, a black jacket, and a white undershirt.
- His pistol is strapped to his side and his rifle is on his back.
- Has a small silver pendant.
- Small tattoo of the number four on his shoulder.

Personality: Tristan is very slow to anger. His choice of career has taught him to avoid negative attention. He's learned over the years if someone likes you they are less likely to suspect it was you who made off with their wallet. He loves the challenge of stealing, from casing out a house  to nicking a coin purse, it's fun to not get caught.

History: Born to the slave of a small time bandit clan, Tristan was the fourth person they had “caught" that year. He spent the first 12 years of his life little more then a pack mule. A chance to escape presented itself when a raid  went wrong and most of the bandit clan fell to gunfire.Escaping was much easier with only a few guard left alive, Tristan even had time to “borrow” the chiefs necklace before he ran headlong into the desert. He was nearly dead of thirst when he came upon a town, only to learn that life as a slave doesn't leave you with many job opportunities. Turning to the one option every street urchin has he began to steal.  

Extra: He enjoys making jerky.