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[i]Hunger makes a thief of any man.[/i]
[u]Name:[/u] 
Errol Bronski
[u]Race:[/u] 
Human
[u]Age:[/u]
34
[u]Job:[/u]
Former thief/Locksmith (Ironic I know)
[u]Class:[/u]
Rogue
[u]Short History:[/u]
Errol was born in a bustling industrially advanced city that was oriented more towards advancement and the textile industry than it was towards farming. Errol was born into child labour, the poverty rates of the city were at an all-time high and Errol had to go to work at the young age of just six. He worked there for about two years before he left after an accident that left him without the tip of his right index finger. He didn't exactly know what he was going to do, he couldn't just tell his parents he had left or otherwise he would get 'skelped' as he so puts it. He began to steal and con his way around the city to gain gold. At first it was tricky, he was constantly being caught and only his quick speed got him out of being arrested. He soon began picking up on techniques and skills that helped him to become a greater thief. 

Errol left home at the young age of 16 to become a 'master-thief'. He began travelling around the continent, thieving and stealing from richer and richer households and targets until he had amassed enough money to call himself an aristocrat. All he would need was a posh accent and a powdered wig and the facade would be complete. But to Errol, thieving was more than just a source of income. It was a lifestyle, one of the only things he was great at in his life. He wasn't much for fighting, sure he could swing a sword here and there, but if he was up against anything remotely difficult he'd probably just run and hope for the best. He did begin to ease up on the thieving though and began to think about other job options. He finally settled on the idea of a locksmith, he knew far too much about locks to let that knowledge go to waste and he soon invested in buying property in the Grey Crossings. He made sure his locks were high quality to ensure that more than just the townspeople of Grey Crossings would come and buy from him. Couldn't stay in the green with farmers wages anyway, had to attract some nobles who wanted new locks for their doors which had just 'happened' to be broken into. He still resorts to his old conning tricks though every now and then, after all, can't beat the feeling of flogging a faulty ornament to some stupid noble every now and then.
[u]Quirks:[/u]
-Keeps a pack of cards on him that he will shuffle sometimes as a nervous habit
-Has a tendency to speak far too quickly at times
[u]Skills: [/u]
-Years of thievery have allowed Errol to become what he calls a 'master thief'
-Knowledge of locks
-Lockmaking
-Has a killer poker face
-Isn't bad at cards
[u]Possessions:[/u]
-Various lockpicks
-A Sabre
-Pack of cards
-'Dosh'
[u]Hobbies:[/u]
-Gambling
-Poker
-Cards
-Bantering
-Singing, although he is awful at it
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