The Wake of Quel'Thalas
"Mages had many extraordinary powers, but perhaps the most extraordinary among them was the fact that they could never manage to look unkempt. Instead, they were...- what was the word? ...- ah, yes. Deshabille. It meant shabby, but with tons of style."
♫ Ilowyn doesn’t really walk so much as he slouches, dragging his feet lazily after him wherever he goes. All at once, he manages to move, speak, and look like a person who’s just been woken up in the middle of the night by one of his old colleagues who insisted on discussing post-transplanar mana backdraft principles in translocational anchor matrices, and he seems to face the world with the same general response – which is to say, very disinterestedly, and more than a little bit contemptuously. He’s fluent in Thalassian and Common, but his native language is sarcasm. Still, he’s not above changing his manners and behavior on a dime if he thinks he’ll gain something out of it.
His chin is angular and sharp and his cheekbones extrude from his cheeks in wide arcs. He shaves often, but never well, so his stubble is an uneven, irregular mess. His body is slender and lithe, like all elves’, but he looks about as imposing as a wet rag, and about as durable. In fact, he looks more or less like the sort of person who’d lose an arm wrestling competition to a small child, and so he wisely avoids combat when he can. He prefers to use charisma (which he doesn’t have a drop of, but is fantastically great at faking) and wits to avoid trouble. For situations where that fails, he’s got a dingy-looking crossbow slung over his back.
You have always had a way with people. You know what makes them tick. You can tease out their hearts’ desires after a few minutes of conversation, and with a few leading questions you can read them like they were children’s books. It’s a useful talent, and one that you’re perfectly willing to use for your advantage.
You know what people want and you deliver. Or rather, you promise to deliver. Common sense should steer people away from things that sound to good to be true, but common sense seems to be in short supply when you’re around.
Sarcasm and insults are my weapons of choice.
I never target people who can’t afford to lose a few coins.
I come from a noble family, and one day I’ll reclaim my lands and title from those who stole them from me.
I can’t resist swindling people who are more powerful than me.