Vick Blake
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A man in his early 40's, or so he seems. He looks at the world through hard eyes that miss little. He is often a bundle of energy unless on the job and then can exude the stillness and patience of a Stone. He covers up a shyness and social ineptitude with a caustic tongue and jeering demeanor, often coming close to picking fights and driving people off. Those with the patience to deal with him will eventually earn a trust bordering on frightening. Little is known of his past, and little of his present.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145lbs.
Skin color: Light nutmeg
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Brown
Accent: No discernable accent for the region
Commonly spoken languages: Common, Elven, Orc, there are most likely others.
Race: Human
Equipment Worn: Reddish brown salamander leathers, soft high boots and an odd cloak that seems to shift through a range of bland colors and clings oddly.
Equipment Carried: A belt with many small pouches, a light flat pack with many side pockets
Weapons Visible: A tiny compound bow small eyes adorn the ribs. A black as night dagger at his back. A sling wound up each lower arm.
Left Handed or Right Handed: Right Handed
Jewellery or Decorations: A simple gold band on his right hand and an odd bone ring on left. A plain cloak pin.
Body Build: slim and sinewy.Skills based information
Skillful with both locks and traps, he moves through the city blending in with the crowds and shadows. Though he works well in the wilds he prefers the urban environment for his work.Notable known facts
*Former Commander of the Far Scouts of Peltarch
*Usually the most irritating person in the areaNotable Rumors
*Rumored to be Rasuil's son
*Rumored to have survived 3 hell balls
