[center][h1]Gavas 'Gav' Oren[/h1]
[i][sub]'Lock up yer' daughters and lock up yer' gold, but it shan't stop the fingers of the thief who is bold!' - Tavern Song of the Imperial City Waterfront[/sub][/i]
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P R O F I L E
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[sub]Known as[/sub]
[indent][sub]Gav o' the Gutter[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Height[/sub]
[indent][sub]5' 10"[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Weight[/sub]
[indent][sub]156lb[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Gender[/sub]
[indent][sub]Male[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Race[/sub]
[indent][sub]Dunmer[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Age[/sub]
[indent][sub]32[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Birthsign[/sub]
[indent][sub]The Tower[/sub][/indent]
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C A P A B I L I T I E S
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[sub]Deity[/sub]
[indent][sub]Talos[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Attributes[/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Agility]Agility[/url] (Major)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Personality]Personality[/url] (Minor)[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Skills[/sub]
[indent][sub][url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Sneak]Sneak[/url] (Expert)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Speechcraft]Speechcraft[/url] (Adept)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Security]Security[/url] (Adept)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Acrobatics]Acrobatics[/url] (Apprentice)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Blade]Blade[/url] (Apprentice)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Mercantile]Mercantile[/url] (Novice)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Light_Armor]Light Armour [/url] (Novice)
[url=https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Hand_to_Hand]Hand to Hand[/url] (Novice) [/sub][/indent]
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I N V E N T O R Y
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[sub]Weapons and tools[/sub]
[indent][sub]Steel stiletto dagger.
Set of lockpicks.
Rope and Grapple.[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Outfit[/sub]
[indent][sub]Leather armour, tanned to near black.
Black hooded woollen cloak.
Black bandana, can be pulled up over the lower face.
Fingerless gloves.[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Consumables[/sub]
[indent][sub]Potion of Nightmask.
Bottle of cheap wine.
A vial of unrefined moonsugar.[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Valuables[/sub]
[indent][sub]Several hundred septims.
Pair of ornate silver candle sticks.
Several gold finger and ear rings.
Gold tooth.[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Misc[/sub]
[indent][sub]Two pairs of dice, one loaded.[/sub][/indent]
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A P P E A R A N C E
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The overall impression that Gav' gives, is one of sharpness. From his thin, blade like face, to the pointed tips of his ears, he is a mer made up of hard and dangerous edges. 

His dark hair is pulled back to reveal an angular face, the cheekbones high, the nose narrow and long. A perpetual smirk slashes across his ashen complexion, that widens when he laughs to show sharp white teeth and a flash of half hidden gold. His eyes are same, half hooded crimson orbs that flicker between amusement, hunger, and bored cruelty. A jagged scar runs down through the right right brow from forehead to cheek, evidence of a time someone tried to cut one of those arrogant eyes out. 

He's handsome in an unkempt and careless sort of way. Gav's hair often untidy and greasy, his jaw most commonly unshaven. His clothes are serviceable, not presentable, and he seems to put little effort into how he dresses. Excepting, that is, the gaudy adornments of golden finger rings and ear piercings, that look chosen more their weight and value as opposed to their artistic or aesthetic merit. 

Gav's height is a little below average for a Dunmer, but his build is lithe, yet surprisingly muscular. This is  especially true for his upper body and the muscles that are commonly used to climb and scale buildings. Beneath his leather armour, there are markings all over his chiselled body. To most they would be meaningless, but to one of the Right Honourable Folk of the Thieves Guild of Tamriel, they tell a story. A story of scores made and scores lost, of hearts broken and men killed, of triumph and defeat.[/sub][/indent]
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M O T I V A T I O N   A N D   O U T L O O K
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The beginnings of a thief comes from want, the desire to possess things that one does not possess. Its those thoughts that give birth to a thief, the actual stealing is just following through. And if want is the hallmark of a thief, then Gav' is a thief down to the bottom of his soul. He wants. Not just riches, but power, women, fame... happiness... love... He wants [i]everything[/i].

And he'll do just about anything to get it. Lie, cheat, steal... kill. There's a thorough amoral streak in Gav' that runs deep. He's not a sociopath or sadist, he understands the difference between right and wrong, and he takes little enjoyment in the suffering of others. But what Gav' wants comes first, always.

He's not just ruthless and naked ambition, Gav' can be quite charming in his own roguish sort of way. He has a quick mind, a wicked sense of humour, and a fondness for women, wine, and song that often makes him entertaining (if not entirely pleasant) company.
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H I S T O R Y
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The Dunmer hail from Morrowind, the exotic star-wounded east, a land of barren ash plains and glowing mushroom forests inhabited by living Gods. Gav' knows nothing of this, to him its all stories and tall-tales. A make-believe paradise passed down in the delirious whispers he heard from his mother's lips. 

Gavas Oren was born in the Imperial City, his mother was Nalasa Oren. Gav' never knew how his mother came to the great cesspit of a city that squats in the centre of Empire. He always presumed she came from Morrowind, but now he wonders if that was ever the case at all. Perhaps she also just clung on a grand fictitious past that she had handed down to him. His father on the other hand, could have been just about anyone. 

Nalasa Oren had been a whore. The kind that you could find working the docks in any large port city that filled periodically with sailors bored of the sea and flush with fresh wages. The cheap kind. The kind that die from easily treatable diseases that they catch from then men who pay to fuck them. 

Those were his earliest memories, squalor and sickness. The delirious ramblings of a dying woman trapped in her sick bed, slowly rotting away from the inside out. They aren't pleasant to revisit. Perhaps that's why Gav' has no interest in his past, who his parents or his family are. There is only the future, there is no going back.

It wasn't a long way from that dark fetid room to the gutter, and that's where Gav' ended up when his mother finally returned to her ancestors. On the street he had run amok with a gang of half starved ragged urchins and orphans. Taking work where they could, running errands in the docks for a septim, and stealing bread from the baker's stalls when there was none to be had. 

That was the first thing he had ever stole, bread. It would not be the last.

His career as a criminal started innocently enough. At first he only stole to cover those bare essentials required to live, food, water, clothing. But if stealing a sweetroll is just as easy as stealing bread, why settle for just bread? And for Gav’ it was easy, it had always been easy. From a young age he had been blessed with a small frame, fast legs, and nimble fingers. 

He and the other street kids of the Docks started out snatching from market stalls and street vendors. As they got older and smarter they turned to picking pockets, working in teams to spot and distract targets while their fellows pilfered the mark’s gold. It wasn’t a huge leap for the more violently persuaded of them to mugging. But that had never been Gav’s speciality, no, he had always fancied himself a burglar. Before long he was robbing houses most nights.

After one such successful score, Gav’ was celebrating with a couple of other young ruffians when several unexpected visitors came calling on them. For they had come to the attention of a higher power in the Tamerialic criminal underworld, the Thieves Guild.

The Guild have always taken their role as a ‘crime regulator’ rather seriously. Too many thieves stealing too many things put too many noses out of joint and brought the law down on all of them, the Guild included. That and having thieves running around not paying dues might give their own members unhelpful and unproductive ideas about the possibility of free enterprise. Examples had to be made.

Generally speaking, the Guild does not like to kill on the job if it could help it. It had less scruples when it came to dealing with the competition. But allowances could be made for foolish and impetuous youth, after all, the next generation of Guildsmen had come from somewhere. Hence, a choice was given to all those involved. Join the Guild, or never steal again. 

The first youth they put their question to, a lad named Ulfr, thinking himself a sly and clever fellow, promptly swore (lying through his teeth) that he would never steal again. After all how could the Guild enforce such a policy? Even they could not watch and know every crime that happened in the Imperial City. He figured he would lay low a while and then be back to his old tricks in no time. He was wrong of course.

The Guild did have a way to make sure you never steal again. It involved pinning you down to the floor and taking a hammer to each of your fingers until they bent and snapped like brittle twigs. Only sticks didn’t bleed, and trees couldn’t scream. 

Once they were finished, they turned to Gav’ and asked him if he would Join the Guild or never steal again. He remembered standing there, unable to tear his eyes away from the bleeding weeping mess that had once been his friend and brother-in-arms. Everything taken away from him in an instant, now helpless, powerless, broken. Gav’ decided that he would never let that happen to him.

Gav’ joined the Guild, along with everyone else that night.

It wasn't difficult for him to rise quickly in the organisation. He was a talented mer, who had already been running his own crew before joining up with the Guild. His determination to get ahead didn't make him too many friends, but his amoral nature and ambition was put to good use by the Doyens and their lieutenants. It didn't take long for him to be one of the breaking fingers instead of living in fear of it being done to him. 

Being with the Guild also meant steady money, and status in rough taverns of the Imperial City Waterfront. Gav' put that status and money to good use as a mer about town, getting a reputation as something of a rake, with a different girl on his arm every week. Things had been going well, until that blasted job in Kvatch.

It had been a spur of the moment thing, during a stopover from a some business he had to take care of in Anvil. Chapel door had been wide open, Gav' had only meant to take a quick look around. But the place had been empty, the collection plate full, and the altar set with silver candlesticks. He had felt the itch, the compulsion, the want. A minute later he walked out with a full satchel and an arrogant smile playing across his lips.

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R E L A T I O N S H I P S   A N D   O P I N I O N S
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Gav' has many friends, but he would consider few of them to be particularly close. The exception to this are the two remaining Guild members who were inducted that same night as him, Helvius Saccas, an Imperial forger, and Lushak Shug, an orcish enforcer. They are the members of his first real gang, and together they are bonded in the blood and disgrace of their former fellow. A fate that nearly befell them all. 

The others are all gone, either hung, in prison, or broken shells of who they once were... like Ulfr.
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