Name: Mozan Havaerian

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance:

		Mozan is a tall, lean, and troublesome-looking man who stands at 6"3 and weighs around 185 pounds. Though he is on the lean side for an adventurer of
his caliber, what he lacks in sheer size he makes up for in muscle mass; his broad shoulders are rippling with strength, and his musculature is prominant and well defined where  visible. Though he is but a young man at the beginning of his life's journey, his flesh lacks the unscarred visage of innocence. Miscellanious pieces of jagged, bumpy flesh prominantly stand out upon his pale body, and the most prominant of his collection are a jagged trio of claw marks stretching down from his right shoulderblade  toward his left hip. They are the sole memento of his battle for survival with a duo of Spriggans. The other prominant scar he holds is concealed by a simple black patch adorning his right eye, and he's often not privvy to speak of the circumstances surrounding the injury. His youthful, though slightly hollow face is marred by the tell-tale signs of stress; Creases have begun to form at the corners of his mouth and eye as a result of a constant grimace of determination being plastered upon his features. His face is framed by jet black bangs which hang lazily above his forehead, and his hair is cut into a short, utilitarian style which requires little maintenance. His face is clean shaven, and his teeth are surprisingly well-maintained for a nomadic traveller. This is a result of some simple alchemical remedies to maintain a less-than-haggard appearance throughout his journey as a thief. 

All in all, he's not exactly the typical young thief; not in appearance, or skill. One must simply choose to reject the appearance of the cover, and dig
deep into a soul's pages to discover it's story, and it's purpose in existance.

Personality:  Mozan is exactly what one would expect to see in a young man who has seen too much in his short time. Years of stress and depression sit
squarely
upon his shoulders, and the tension shows in the way he carries himself. The only times where he feels truly at his peak are in the midst of his passions;
the heist, the hunt, and unusually enough, alchemy. Though the burden he carries is evident, that is not to say that he is the silent type; Often times,
it's quite the opposite. Regardless of that, he does not go out of his way to converse with nosy strangers, aside from that of the passing comment or query.
This is especially evident if he is able to identify them as a thief. To simplify his personality into a brief statement, he's a bit of a fuck up.  He
longs for comfort and luxury, but has a bit of a gambling problem. (He thinks he has it figured out.) He goes out of his way to maintain an extremely low
profile, but isn't above starting a bar brawl in order to escape his steep tab with the bartender. He doesn't lust after a long term relationship, yet
he curses his father for abandoning his mother in his younger years. Many of his personality traits contrast that of his ideal image of a moral, well rounded
person, but this does not stop him from attempting to better himself. He is a difficult man to read, and a difficult man to describe in so few words. But
in summary, he is arrogant, condescending at times, oozes sarcasm, and his tongue is layered in a thick coat of silver. He's quick, cunning, and a bit
of an asshole, but one best believe that if he calls them companion, that he will protect them to the ends of Mundus, Oblivion, and beyond.

---Bonus---

Birth Sign: The Lady, which he was told is the embodiment of willpower, endurance, and determination. This sign suits Mozan well, for if there is one aspect
of Mozan's character that cannot be bested, it is his drive; his motivation to keep living. His sheer power of will is the defining aspect of Mozan that
is often times remembered in passing by his former companions and associates.