Name: Kiorus (as he prefers to be called)<br/><br/>Race: Half Elf<br/><br/>Vocation: Fighter (Level 3)<br/><br/>Appearance:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">All Artwork Belongs to its Respective Owners</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/images3/i/2004/12/2/4/Dark_Elf.jpg)</div></div><br/>Personality: Originally an optimist and law abiding citizen, he has been disillusioned with the concept of morality and disgusted with the corruption of those whom have power. He often believed that the law was always correct and incorruptible and that good people would prevail in the face of adversity. Now a days, he is quite skeptical and cynical when people keep their word, especially if they are any kind of official and does a lot of eye rolling but rarely voices an opinion on things. He often has a moral compass to guide him but his personal vices for the flesh of the fairer sex tends to turn him into a complete hypocrite. This was due to the influence during his time as a guard. He indulges in vices to ease his frustrations that popped up all the damn time and now it has formed into a secondary habit, drinking and fucking his troubles away just to make the anger stop.<br/><br/>Backstory: Okay you want a story eh? Well, first off my name to you is Kiorus. I was once part of the Magnimar City-State's guard or militia. Oft given the more risky patrols by the rather complacent and apathetic Captain Jaspiar, I was exposed to the more seedier sides of the Shore's districts notably Rag's End along with Lowcleft and the Marches. Lowcleft was quite popular with the guards for the most part for obvious reasons though one had to be careful not to be legally robbed blind in the process. Becoming disillusioned with the protections that the guards could entail over time and because the Captain had decided to use him as a scapegoat to avoid an incident with his higher ups during a big attempt to take down one of the Sczarni crime families, I lost my job and thus my means of living.<br/><br/>Putting my efforts towards something else and also finding that I had a lot more in common with Lowcleft then I thought, I became hired muscle for protecting others within brothels and decadent nightclubs like the Gilded Cage.  Pay was good and the benefits were better then most could expect. Unfortunately that wasn't to last either as Captain Jaspiar during another of his tangents with one of the women caused a scene, and of course I intervened as was my job. This interference resulted in me getting arrested for assaulting one of the city guard and was thrown into prison for that despite protests. Grunts and hired hands are disposable and easily forgotten.<br/><br/>Eventually however I was set free some time late but I was absolutely disillusioned by the corruption with the guard, particularly with my former Captain. Fucking lazy assholes so complacent with their gods damned cushy jobs that they could care less about who they step on so long as they don't get taken off their high hogs. Disgusting! So I figured that maybe this city could use a more personal touch. So I decided to take up another job for myself. If Im gonna be risking my ass for something it might as well be worth it. Started hitting up taverns for the odd jobs people tend to give out to strangers since they're more expendable.<br/><br/>Ya know the type, adventurers and sellswords. Not the best vocation but at least I'm my own boss. A traditional spelunker into the sewer no less for the first task since that damn human smuggling thing was still going on. Was my job and a few others looking for the job to go hunting them out. Damn trail led right to the Underbridge as typical and as expected they didn't exactly like the idea of us snooping around. Thank hell for my guardsmen shield holding up as well as it always did. In the end with one burning ship later, the smugglers caught, the fucking Captain gets the credit and I get shorthanded yet again by that pig. Still I had the money to get out of the city state and make my way towards greener pastures. Would have loved to give that bastard a nice hard goodbye compliments of a right hook but hey, I'm patient and I'll get another shot at him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Plothook Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9376 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9376)<br/></div></div>