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Name: Ocellus Aquilae 
Age: "This and that... older then some, younger than others..." (Thirty-three.)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Former soldier turned subsistence thief

Personality: He is facetious and sarcastic, but in a rather lighthearted manner that doesn't belie actual animosity. He's in many ways a nihilist who more or less acts the way one would act if he had nothing left to live for. He's not particularly angry or offended by much; not too terribly concerned with anything going on. He is unimpressed by those lurking in the shadows merely for the purpose of lurking in the shadows, and this manifests as a haughty, almost aristocratic arrogance. He is bubbly and friendly most of the time, however.


Bio: Ocellus was born the son of a minor noble, raised in the luxurious apartments of royalty, and cascaded in the rich lifestyles of the elite. He was naturally a trifle upset when this plush life was interrupted by one of the various wars wrought upon the kingdom by the searing bellows of fate. Forced into the soldier role by his father--who wished for his son to earn favor with a higher lord--he served as a knight in several minor skirmishes before being caught up in a major battle that left him horseless and alone.

Forced to survive with his limited knowledge of the outside world, he returned to the army some time later much the wiser and much the thinner. He scorned the rich armor and horses of the knights to take the ranger's cloak and dagger. He served as a scout, learning the ways of archery and swordsmanship before finally ending his service a much-changed man. 

His father--having brought upon the wrath of a noble--was murdered by poisoned wine before Ocellus could return. Vowing revenge and at the same time losing faith in humanity, he fled the aristocratic lifestyle to pursue a career of thievery. This he used mostly for personal gain--although on occasion saving the odd starving orphan--and eventually became a minor criminal in the city at large. 

Set upon a mission to take the aristocracy down a peg, Ocellus remains in the underbelly world of crime, constantly on the move. This makes his human relationships difficult to maintain, and he has had naught but the occasional fling to keep him sated and sane while his greater goal is slowly realized. At the moment of time, he is caught in the midst of a great heist on his first notable target: the High Lord Tax Collector.

What's in the bag: 
"Oh, nothin' much..."
Regular sword with leather handle
Silver dagger to deal with those pesky magical folk
A recurve bow (smaller and easier to conceal)
A quiver of arrows
A silver shield medallion 

"Even I don't know everything about me..."

Extra: He loves it when people fight. That means he can rob them blind.
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