Name: Andres (an-dray-us)<br/>Age: Unknown<br/>Race: Draconic Elf<br/>Ear style: elven<br/>Ear length: long<br/>Hair color: ruby red<br/>Hair length shoulder length<br/>Hair style: shaggy with spikey ends<br/>Eye Color: silvery-blue<br/>Build: Lithe, toned, muscular<br/>Occupation: Thief Mage<br/>Status: Soloist<br/>Weapons: staff daggers (daggers at the end of a staff covered by a sheath that detaches by press of a trigger)<br/>Other: seer (dreams visions of the future or clues that he needs to follow)<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Andres was a traveling mage who was a master thief. He usually only stole from the wicked. A real robin hood because he kept only a small portion and gave the rest to the poor. He was also a great mage. Yet he used his staff daggers in combat and was fairly good at weapon combat. He was driven as of the past three years to find the woman who changed in the dreams. To find her and join her even though he didn't want to. His dreams grew stronger when he was closer but weaker when he went the wrong direction it grew weaker. These dreams was what led him to this town. He was to find the woman and when he tried to do otherwise it became increasingly painful the longer he did it. Why was he to find a woman he knew nothing about? Yet for some reason he was. After traveling for weeks with barely any stops he dragged himself into the same tavern she was in. The only open place happened to be across from her. He sat down with a relieved sigh. Laying his head on his hand with his arm and closed his eyes. "Am I almost there?" He mumbled. "Need to find that woman..." He rested and then opened his eyes. Taking in the woman before him. "I'm Andres. Who are you milady?" He asked with a warm smile. You would never know by looking at him he was a master thief and awesome mage. He