Description and Background
Description:
Thin, rather tall, rather handsome, coppery skin, long black hair, short black beard. Black leather armor and leather skullcap, indigo cloak, low black soft boots. Has a mischievous, carefree look in his eye and a smile on his face.
Background:
Faron is the embodiment of Chaotic Good. He questions all authority and is completely irreverent. He came from a respectable tradesmen family, he's no orphan from the streets. But he may have always been a little too smart for his own good. In school, he got paddlings for asking comic impertinent questions that made the other kids laugh and infuriated the teachers. Restless in church, he drew caricature cartoons of the cleric priest saying pious things like "Where's the bacon for the priest?" and scowling church ladies thinking "The priest is so hot, this is my favorite day of the week." Such things led to more paddlings. At home this time.
These things led to a life of petty crime. A watermelon eaten in the fields with his friends here, a filched-hen roasting and purloined wine bottles party in the woods there. But then Faron turned to greater things. Picking pockets of pompous and corrupt bergermeisters. Hiding in shadows with their comely daughters, and moving silently and opening the locks of both their and their daughters' doors. "You fool dads, your locks and your traps were all too easy to bypass. What you didn't know was you had a fine and inviting one inside and opening the doors."
Sadly for him, Faron has fallen in love. The lovely dark-haired Elsinora calls him back. But it cannot be. She is a lady, and he is a thief. Can't ever be more than a common thief. But perhaps... Just perhaps... Maybe she'll consent to being a Thieves Guild wife? "It's a distant dream, I know. But maybe if I play my cards right, I can get to a sub-lieutancy? And Elsinora could do the rest?"
That night Faron dreamt about having children, girls and boys children playing and throwing cherry (or plum? No matter.) up in the air. And the beautiful body and hands of Elsinora. And then in a hyper-dream, over and over he found the tumblers of a lock, turned a pick, and flipped the invisible iron mechanism over.... |
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