The big city was commonly assumed to be where one could make their fortune and their stamp upon the world and most times one would be right.  It was in little towns like this, however, especially ones that saw heavy traffic without being caught up in the rapid urban development, that a man like Diego preferred to ply his trade.  The rustic surroundings were havens for beastly creatures to stalk and hunt the unwary, leaving it to Diego to stalk and hunt them in return.  He never took coin for slaying monsters, oh no.  That was quite against the ideals set down by the Felhorn family, ideals he held to quite dearly.  But, killing monsters did put one in a much more favorable view when he plied the trade that actually earned him his coin.<br/><br/>Diego Felhorn, at first glace, was clearly not entirely human judging from the bright yellow cat eyes that looked out from behind his dark brown bangs.  That, fortunately, was the only real thing that set him apart appearance wise.  He was on the taller side, standing an even 6' tall, with a rather lean build that belied an inhuman amount of strength and speed.  His clothing included a simple white shirt and brown pants with matching leather boots.  Over the shirt he wore a black sleeveless tunic inlaid with hardened leather in the chest and shoulders for protection.  The sword belt holding his short sword at his left hip and a hunting knife at the small of his back also held several pouches containing the tools of his trade, mostly things like caltrops, poisons, and herbs for medicine.  A strap attached to the belt at his left hip crossing over his right shoulder held four light throwing knives and two empty sheathes, the knives apparently having been lost.<br/><br/>"So, Donovan's just been tossed in jail for sleeping with the Guard Captain's wife," Diego said to the others seated at the table while one of them dealt the next round of cards, "And I'm looking in through the bars of his window with a rope in my hand ready to help spring him, but he's got his pants around his ankles.  And I'm just hissing at him, 'Donny, what the hell are you doing?'  He turns around, still drunk off his ass, and says, 'I fucked my way into this mess and, damn it, I'm gonna fuck my way out of it.'"<br/><br/>He laughed along with his own joke as he fanned out his cards in his hand, an unfortunate lack of anything useful right off the bat.  He glanced around to make sure everyone was concentrating on their cards before performing his slight of hand, using his thumb to slip an ace of hearts out of his sleeve to replace a two of clubs.  When cheating at cards, one should always remember not to win too much.  If you win every hand, people are obviously going to get suspicious.  The trick is let yourself stay about even until the final hand, then you make the big play that'll win the pot.  Everyone loves a nail biter and the losers at the table will be happy enough with the story to tell their friends over the next week or so.  This was still rather early in the game, but Diego was after bigger fish than a few coin and information could be far more valuable.  "I'm in." Diego said, tossing a pair of coins to the center of the table to ante up.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/witcher-oc-jpg.7037/" title="Witcher OC.jpg">
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