Name: Invril<br/>Class: Thief<br/>Race: Elf<br/>Age: 115<br/>Height: 5' 1"<br/>Weight: 90 lbs<br/><br/>History: Invril is a City Elf. People tend to imagine Elves in the wilderness, or in fairy tale cities. Not living in the Sailmakers next door. But thats where he was born. His parents told him that they were refugees, that they had fled from some illness or other. Never mattered to him. His Father was a Sailmaker, and he was the 11th of 13 children. Elves are long lived, and his parents had the coin to support them. But Invril was left to his own devices most of the time. At first, he ran with a group of half elves, and few pure blooded ones like him, but as he got older, he picked up an interest in the seedier side of things. He became a thief. His parents threw him out soon after they discovered his new vocation.<br/><br/>Invril lived on his wits or a very long time. He stole what he could, making his living as a thief, brigand, and pick pocket at times. He headed to New Elmwood because it was the place the first ship he found when the guards were hunting for him was going. He intends to see what he can find, and if nothing turns up, maybe head back home.<br/><br/>Personality: Invril is self-centered, and fairly greedy. He tends to prioritize geting what he likes before anything else, be it gold, women, or anything else. He wouldn't call himself evil, but he walks that line. He is fairly loyal to his friends, and protective of what he thinks of as belonging to 'him' however. He is a thief, and he isn't ashamed of it. He is however, a fairly good one.