Name: James Feryana

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Appearance: James has black, shortish hair and blue eyes. He is a medium height. He has a light skin tone, and stays relatively clean most of the time. James is thin, and he normally looks quite innocent, and looks like a good boy. That helps him be a 'burglar'.

Equipment: A steel dagger, a few lockpicks and he wears plain clothes to look normal among everyone. He keeps the dagger beneath his clothes.

Skills: Stealth, One handed (Particularly daggers), lockpicking, pickpocketing, Speech (Skills taken from Skyrim) (If this seems a OP I can remove some)

Personality: James is a boy who has struggled throughout his life, and he often doesn't want to talk about his past in case it makes him upset. He is easy to make upset, unless he gets angry and starts to take his rage out on things, for example knocking over chairs and tables. Generally, James is a kind boy, and is nice to be around. He is normally quite quiet in conversations. If James thinks you have something that you are hiding from him, his innocents shall guide him.

Background: James was born to poor parents, who lived in a very small house in the middle of a village. James lived his life on a low amount of food, and struggled to survive. His father died of hunger, leaving his mother to take care of James. James prayed regularly to a goddess that he made up, who he called Zariana, but he made her up to give him hope. Hope of living on, and gaining wealth. James went to school regularly, and was never late because he wanted to learn and get a good job, not one that was just farming. That wouldn't get him any money, and money was what he needed.

One day, when James was fourteen, he was walking back home from school, and he saw a group of men walking through the village. One of the men looked important, and James knew that by the fact that the man was wearing nice, comfortable looking clothes. What James also saw, was a bulging purse of coin protruding from the man's back pocket. [i]No. I shouldn't do that. Should I?[/i] The temptation was too much for James, and he trailed slowly behind the man, who was now being followed by a small group of poor looking people. James walked up and into the group, and prepared his hands. He got closer, and closer, and closer, then reached for the purse. With a quite swipe, he grabbed the purse and withdrew back into the group. The man didn't seem to notice that his money was gone, and the group of people appeared not to notice either. Not even the ones that James saw had smaller purses of gold, but nonetheless reached for. 

A few grabs later, James returned his house, feeling happy for himself. Only, he wasn't happy. Not completely. On his way home, he had though about what he was doing, and was wondering if he could steal for a living. Only when he stepped in the door of his home and put the purses of money on the table, did it strike him. He walked to his bedroom, and looked at his small selection of books. [i]Where is it, I knew I put it somewhere.[/i] James thought. Then he found it, the book he had that had references of lockpicking in it. He started to read through it, and continued reading until it was the middle of the night. Eyes slightly tired, he got up, and walked to his mother's bedroom. She was fast asleep, and James quietly stepped into the room and started to look in the drawers of the room. He found what he needed: The lockpick that she kept in case she locked something and lost the key. James silently took it, and walked out the room. He walked out the door of the house.

On the edge of the village, there was a mansion. The mansion had a rich man in it, who could afford to have even guards in his house. James sneaked through the night, and sneaked all the way to the mansion. Once there, James walked round to the back door. He looked around to make sure nobody was awake and saw him, then he took the lockpick and put it in the keyhole of the door. He nudged it around a few times, then rotated it a bit. That didn't work. He rotated it the other way, and heard a [i]click[/i] as the door unlocked. He smiled, and he opened the door quietly.

Once inside, James closed the door quietly behind him. He walked along the corridor, and he looked around. There was purses of gold and other items everywhere. He quietly grabbed as much as he could, put everything in his pockets, and looked around for even more things to take. Unfortunately, his greediness cost him, as he heard footsteps coming down a staircase, the staircase right next to him. He walked around the corner, his footsteps really quiet, and came face to face with a guard. It was more like face to chest, but nonetheless, the guard stared at James' face.

"What are you doing here?" The guard asked, his voice filled with seriousness.
"I-I got a bit lost." James said, his face turning to look really innocent and helpless. "P-please can you help me find my way home?" James asked, confident that his innocent face would get him though.
The guard, who would have put James straight to the jails for trespassing, sighed. The face was just to much, and the boy looked like he was telling the truth, that he was lost. Nonetheless, the guard had a duty. "Well, young man, you are going to be taken for questioning, and possibly a fine for trespassing." The guard said. "Follow me."
The guard turned, and started to walk towards the door, but James didn't feel like being taken for questioning. He definitely didn't want a fine, as he was poor enough as it was. As the guard walked, James, almost without thinking, pulled a dagger from the guard's belt and stabbed the man in the neck. The guard made a small death noise, followed by the word "You-" before collapsing and dying. By then, James was already walking out of the door, and sneaking back to the house, the dagger of the guard hidden within his clothes.

James reached his house without trouble, as the guard died quite silently. Only when he saw the door wide open, he knew something was wrong. James walked through the door, closed it quietly behind him, and walked back to his bedroom. His mother's bedroom door was wide open, and James decided to take a peek to check if she was still there. As James peeked, past the door, he saw that his mother was still in her bed, sleeping almost like she was dead. The only thing is, she [i]was[/i] dead, and there was a masked man over her, holding a sword that was plunged into James' mother's stomach. James also saw that the man had the purses of gold that James had stolen earlier in his pockets. James began to cry, sprinted out of the house and shouted "Guards! Guards!" and was a few seconds later approached by a group of three of the village's guards, all looking tired out. At the same time, the murderer that had killed James' mother ran out of the door, approaching the guards. The man ran straight at one of the guards, which died instantly to the blade going through his stomach. The second guard got kicked to the ground while the man pulled his sword out of the first guard, and engaged in a duel with the third of the guard. James took out his dagger, and when the man's back was toward him, James stabbed the man in the back, the blade conveniently going straight for the man's heart. The man stopped fighting, and he fell to the ground, bleeding out and dying within a minute.

"Hey, you're pretty good with that dagger. You hit the man straight in the heart." The guard that was rescued said. James didn't admit that it was just luck, and simply just nodded. The second guard got off the ground, and looked at the blade. "W-wait. Hold on. That's James' blade! The blade he said would stay with him forever! You're a murderer! You killed him!" The guard said, being a bit over-dramatic. James looked at the blade, and saw that it had the name 'James' inscribed in the steel. [i]Well, that's just convenient.[/i] James thought, as the guards one again drew their swords. James turned, and ran for his life, running out of the village and all the way along the road. He didn't realize that the guards had stopped chasing him about five minutes ago. Only now he turned, and saw that the guards were gone.

James followed the path for several days, living off of berries he found in bushes, then he got stopped by a carriage driver. "Where are ya headed, lad?" The man asked. Before James could answer, the man talked again. "I'm headed to Leyawiin, I'll take you there for a small fee." James nodded, gave the man the required amount, and got up on the front of the carriage with the man, as the back was loaded with boxes of who knows what. The man yanked on the ropes of the carriage, and the horses started pulling them all the way to Leyawiin.

Once at Leyawiin, James thanked the man, and got off the carriage. James started to walk around aimlessly, trying to find something to do that wasn't crying about his mother.