<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Almir Jerom: 'The Night-Blade'</strong></span> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8724)<br/>15th Level Human Rogue</div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/Altair_by_lestatbishop.jpg)</div>Almir awoke 3 years ago, unable to remember anything beyond horrific whispers of his past. He knew his name, could reflexively remember the training of a violent life, and aside from that all he had were his frightening dreams. Where he awoke was a desperate town in need of all the help they could get. He had his weapons, and armor; but nothing more. He helped them out for answers on the times and coin, and they gave him all they could; which was mostly thing they wouldn't use anyhow. It wasn't long before he left that hell hole in search for something better, despite warnings that nothing better existed.<br/><br/>In three years of travel, Almir has yet to find what he was looking for when he left. He's found places that do better then others, and places that are far worse then he ever thought. Travel is hard even for his skills, though he's found many things that have aided him along the way. Though now he hears rumors of a man with great knowledge, the one whom supposedly had the idea for this 'new world' he is just now experiencing. He has decided to try and search this sage out, if he truly exist; and see what can't be done to make things more livable. For if he is to ever thrive the world, the world has to be capable of thriving.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Writing Sample</span></strong><br/>To be added Soon</div><em></em>