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Civilian or Adventurer:
Adventurer
DNDbeyond Account Name [If Applicable]:
TheeFalln
Primary D&D Race:
Mapach
D&D Background [Adventurer]:
Criminal
[Adventurer] Class Path:
Rogue
Appearance:
The most raccoon-looking-raccoon you've ever seen. However, he aways has a dark green cloak on, modified crudely to include a snout-cover. He usually has sturdy clothes, as he barely gets a new outfit at all. Not the type to splurge, except when it comes to patches and secret pockets.
Public Character Knowledge:
A shifty fellow, for sure, never able to stay in one place for long. His eyes always dart from side to side upon entering a new room, as if scouting the area.
Completed:
1
Most recent:
24 days ago
He never knew his father, and his mom was not exactly the most present of women, not with the amount of hungry children she had. Youngest of 7, it was no surprise when Thistle ran away one day at age 12. Hungry and sleeping on the streets for a while, Thistle decided he'd make his big break by doing what he did best: sneaking and stealing. Not cookies from the upper cabinet this time, or slices of bread from the baker, but go uptown and try to rob some gemstones from a well renowned blacksmith.
It would have gone great if it hadn't been for Kamille , that little shit. They decided, on the same day, at the same time, to rob the same blacksmith shop. They ran into each other mid heist, and immediately got into a fight over the gemstones. Thistle won't lie, that bastard fox packed a punch, and beat his ass. That, however, caused them both to get caught, too entertained on fighting each other.
They spent the next five years in juvie together and, in spite of constantly getting into fights, were best of friends. By age 17, they escaped jail and, ever since, became a rag-tag criminal duo. Now they're 22, and they're still doing their antics.