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Message: <blockquote data-quote="A2Z" data-source="post: 152853" data-attributes="member: 244"><a href="http://www.witchfire.freezope.org/pcs.htm#Lincon" target="_blank">Lincon Abayam</a> - Male Human Rogue 2:(Here is Lincon's background, written by his player)Lincon grew up in the slums of the capital.  His father abandoned the family after Linc was born and Linc has no memory of him.  His Mother was poor and worked in an inn as a cook to support her son as best she could.  She died of Tuberculin when Linc was eight years old forcing him to fend for himself in the roughest section of the big city.  He learned to keep out of sight at the slightest hint of danger.  He picked pockets and scavenged what he could from his surroundings.  He learned to work well with other urchins in the street running petty operations for mutual profit, such as distracting marks while another would lift his purse; but he generally preferred to work by himself…sharing cuts down on the haul.  One day when he was ten Linc was working the market on market day (when else?).  He was watching the faces of the people around him, scouting out his next mark.  He had already lifted five purses and it wasn’t even Lunchtime.  Market day was great.  People were worried about getting a stall and the best price for the livestock or crafts.  Or they were haggling with the merchants, trying to get the best price for what they needed.   He noticed an attractive but hard looking young woman in her mid twenties walking through the crowd.  She was scanning the crowd intently, looking from face to face and Linc had found his mark; she was distracted probably looking for someone.  He had never seen her before.  She wasn’t a local.  She was wearing strange leather clothing he wasn’t used to seeing in his part of town or in the market.  He followed her through the crown and cased her out.  She was graceful and glided through eh crown but Linc had no trouble following her.  He stayed behind her and knew she hadn’t seen him.  When she stopped for a second and looked around Linc knew his moment was here.  When she started walking again Linc closed in when he saw a large man heading towards her.  When they bumped in the crown he would lift the purse she was hiding pretty well in the strange leather outfit.  When he reached forward to grab his prize he felt an iron grip immediately seize his wrist.  He gasped and looked up into the face of the woman.  She was smiling and held a dagger in her other hand.- “You’re good…Very good!  I’ve been watching you and saw you lift at least four purses this morning.  You move well and pick your targets well.  I was afraid I wouldn’t attract your attention.  My name is Moyra.  Let me buy you lunch.  I have a proposal for you.  You’re alternative is lunch on the constabulary.”Linc went with her.  He’d already met the constabulary and knew he’d probably get a better deal from this stranger.  It turned out Moyra was guarding a caravan that arrived in the city that morning for market day.  She noticed him working the crowd while collecting her pay.  She was impressed by him and asked about his situation.  Moyra had been on her own since she was small too.  She was from Corvis and had a similar story to Linc’s.  She had been taken in and apprenticed by an old man who worked the docks of the city.  He had noticed Moyra breaking into the kitchen of an inn and was impressed by her skill with locks.  He offered to teach her the skills she would need to survive as a Rogue on the sole condition that they part ways when he said…and she do the same and take as an apprentice another kindred one day.  She told Linc that when she saw him she knew that today was that day.  She told Linc that life would not be easy, but that it wasn’t that easy now.   They would be together for years and he would have to do as she said without question until she told him that the time had come to part ways.  Linc thought about it for about ten seconds and agreed.  That day Linc took the mark of his teacher, who had taken the mark of her teacher and entered the exclusive Valis guild.  Others who had his mark would have similar histories to him and similarly trained.  The Tattoo on his right forearm was a mark of honor among thieves and rogues.They spent years together and Linc learned many things from Moyra.  That you shouldn’t steal from the poor…they are like us, we come from there.  Steal from the wealthy or the belligerent.  That’s why they’re here.  Small kindnesses are the way to redemption for our kind.  We may technically break the law…but only out of necessity and not against someone whom it would truly hurt.  When you can make a small difference do it.  They can add up.  But, above all: Look out for Number One because nobody else will.  Let enlightened self-interest guide you.  It will rarely steer you wrong.One day Moyra said goodbye to Linc.  She was heading somewhere she kept secret for a purpose she wouldn’t divulge.  They had been together nine years and had grown very close.  She said where she was going she would have to go alone, but he had learned much and would continue to develop his skills.  She said that if the gods willed it they would meet again, but not to look for her.  She reminded him of his promise to train another one day in the future when he was skilled enough to be a master, hugged him and walked away into the mist. A Week later, Lincon received an offer to join the guard of a caravan heading to Corvis.  He felt intrigued and took the job.  He wanted to see where his Mentor had come from.</blockquote>

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