Tibido Tyrnannia: Chit Chat and Dirty Hands

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Tibido, Tibido… Like I've already told you, Tibido isn't your regular somebody. Hasn't done much yet. He's a nobody, like you and me. Well, me anyway. But since you insist... I don't know why you would want to learn about Tibido Tyrnannia. Unless you're with some sort of law enforcement. Are you? Nevermind. Let me just say that he hasn't done anything extraordinarily illegal that I know of.

You know the basics already. He's an Elf. Dark hair. Lives right here in Peltarch. Wears leather and carries around a sword, just like all the other leather-wearing sword-wielding folk around here. He's got a dayjob at the docks... basic labour. Cleaning this, washing that. Storing what-have-you.

Hmm. My throat's a bit dry. Why don't you buy me a pint? It'll help me remember, too. Ahh, cheers. It's all coming back to me now. Let's see...

Tibido was birthed somewhere in an elven camp. I can't tell you exactly where it is, because Tibido hasn't told me that much. At least, not yet. He claims not to remember much of his childhood kin. He suspects that it was--perhaps still is--somewhere in the Rawlinswood, though he rarely mentions it. Socially, he won't admit that he's looking for it, but uh... come a little closer.

I think, when he takes his little trips down south... I think he goes looking for what might be left of it. Now, don't tell him I said that. You didn't hear it from me. He gets real cold whenever I ask about it, and I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship. Hey, it's in your own self-interest not to tell him too, come to think. If you tell him and we cut ties, then who're you going to have these little chats about him with? ... Exactly.

Where was I? Oh, right. Social stuff... well, it's not that he doesn't talk much. He's a big talker. It's just that he's one of those guys who says allot without saying much. Do you get what I mean? You know, like one of those senators, except maybe not so "elegent." But hey, everyone's got secrets.

His secrets? Well, I might know something about that. What I'm gonna tell you comes from bits and pieces of conversation that I've gathered here and there. And it's mostly from fringe moments in our friendship--you know, like when he's a bit too drunk to keep the claptrap from saying stuff that actually counts, hah hah.

You know that he's a long ears, right? And you also know thatt he doesn't exactly act like it. He'll shake your hand, for example, instead of doing that palm-up elven greeting thing. And he'll drink ale, and gamble like the rest of us. He hasn't said much about why, but I suspect that it's his upbringing. Remember how he doesn't know where he came from, exactly? Well, I think he and his long-ear friends split, and he came here young. Hence why he's like me and you. Well, maybe not you.

Anyway, the secret involves the why of that split. Remember when you were a kid? We're all naive back then, right? Wet behind the ears. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. We think we can keep our hands clean and that everything'll sort itself out. Good times. Snort. Well, Tibido's no exception. Like now, he liked to roam around and such. So one day, he left the camp and poked around the Nars Pass. He ran into some bandits, you know, those Eastlanders? Don't see them so much these days, but back then they were around.

Elves have valuable stuff. Leather, swords, enchanted crap like that. Tibido didn't have any, but bandits are clever word-slicksters. So they tricked him into letting on that his family and friends had some, right? And then tricked him into letting on where they were staying in the forest. Maybe the kin were killed, maybe they were just robbed and he ran away in shame or something… I don't know.

You give it your own interpretation. I only know this stuff because of what he told me when he was drunk. Heck, maybe he lied just to mess with me. I wouldn't put it above him, even if he is my friend. Sometimes friends lie, right? Either way, I'm done for today. I can only spend so much time talking about Tibido. Nobodies like us aren't exactly interesting conversation... am I right? Don't answer that. I don't really care, so long as you keep my throat wet. For now, though, I'm tired. See you in a couple of days.

Short Version:

Tibido Tyrnannia is a moon elf Rogue who operates in the morally gray sphere. Physically, he has dark hair and eyes, a spry build, and an average looking appearance. Socially, he is friendly but ambiguous, rarely letting anyone near. Culturally, he is more in tune with human/urban life than he is with elven ways due to his story. Story wise, he was seperated from his elven clan when he was very young by his own fault. He accidentally let on the locale of the clan to bandits who robbed and probobly killed Tibido's kin, hence his current stay at Peltarch.

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