Name: Ryteb Pyarros

Age: 137

Gender: Male

Appearance: A sexy beast, though you probably want a more descriptive explanation of my brilliant self. I stand at a whopping 5'2" in height, like any truly great man should. My build is lithe, as my profession required me to be athletic, and frankly muscles just get in the way. Many women have proclaimed jealousy at the beauty of my facial features, and have even turned the heads of a few men, though my features are marred slightly by a scar to my left cheek. My hair is the colour of a roaring flame, and comes down to my shoulders in a regal mane, my wonderful vulpine ears on full display. Speaking of which, I have three fox tails, each as sleek as my hair. My eyes are a wonderful orange in colour, and can melt even the coldest of ladies with a mere glance. As all people should, I take care to maintain my complexion, making sure to stay a light tan. It helps me look exotic. My attire is relatively plain, in contrast to my superior looks, though there is a good reason for that. I wear a custom-made silk suit, dyed in a deep green, like the colour of a leaf in the shade, with a black shirt underneath, unbuttoned of course. My shoes are bespoke as well, though they are made from snakeskin.

Race: Kitsune

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Fighting class type: Trickster

Evolution:
1- Pyromancy = Fire has always been my ally, and I once possessed the ability to manipulate the flames. Always good for a distraction, or if you want to smother a pesky light.
2- Bag o' Tricks = Once upon a time, I came across a bag of holding, which I stored all my various tools and tricks inside. I can't quite remember where I left it though.
3- King of Thieves = I was considered the master of thievery, infamous throughout the land. No lock could stand before me, no guard could catch even my shadow.

Personality: My loves were myself, women, and money, in that order. I am not ashamed to admit it. I live my life in service to those three things, and put all else to the side.

Biography: Which story should I tell you? That I was a poor orphan, seduced into the path of thievery out of desperation? Perchance that I was the son of a noble, who left in search of adventure and debauchery? Ooh, how about the one where I was raised by a band of gypsies and learned my trade from them? Honestly, the story of my past matters little to you. I was a thief, some might say a master of the art, but a thief none the less. I made a living stealing all sorts of items. Sometimes a bit of coin, sometimes a valuable antique. I even plundered ancient tombs to find items of value. You might expect that I went out in a daring escapade, fighting battalions of armed guards, but alas no. One of my... ahem... female companions slit my throat, probably in an attempt to cash in on my fairly sizeable bounty. And I was only a youthful 137 too...

Reasons sent to the void: I stole from everyone. Though the reason I was probably sent here was because I stole from churches, charities, and orphanages. I needed money for... company.

Weaknesses: Pretty women. Oh, you wanted a serious answer? Well, people call me arrogant. I think they're just jealous that they aren't a sexy kitsune like me.