Post by Centik on Apr 17, 2015 16:44:21 GMT -7
Beval has called the streets of Rook his home for many years.Too short to work in a tavern and too scrawny to be a bouncer in a brothel, he turned the bane of small stature to a boon. His lithe, halfling body allowed him to stealthily pick the pockets of the general populace of Rook and, surprising to the generally kindhearted halfling, began to enjoy himself. Though the profession intrigued him, Beval never was one for violence and always opted for the swift and silent approach to burglary. He started small, picking the many diverse pockets of newcomers to the city and drunks in the darkened alleys of Southern District. After some years of perfecting his unsavory art did he begin to attain a name for himself in the recesses of the slums. Every now and again a dock worker would ask for an article or two from an ex-lover, a businessman would desire a family heirloom from a competitor's home or a nobleman would ask that his wife be spied on. These simple tasks began evolving, however, and he started to take jobs from within the Golden Plow, his home and favorite place of business alongside his friend and bodyguard Lyson. These jobs ranged from reconnaissance and spying to high-end jewelry theft and espionage for a vast array of employers. Beval’s fame grew though hushed whispers and folk tales, though he didn't expect his reputation to take on a supernatural twist.
"It is said that the scoundrel is a living shadow that travels through the night, capriciously fading in and out of darkness to burgle anything and everything not nailed down. Uncatchable by the guards and undetectable by his victims, the fox prowls through homes as a haunting phantom would a crypt."
Beval is a happy-go-lucky halfling who sees thievery and burglary as more of a challenge than an illegality. Though willing to kill if his or a companion's life depends on it, he leans toward the stealthy approach to the many conundrums of the world. He's 2ft. 10 with dark brown hair, green eyes and tanned skin. When he isn't on a job, he's normally in his modest room above the Golden Plow smoking his pipe and watching the sky through his window.
"It is said that the scoundrel is a living shadow that travels through the night, capriciously fading in and out of darkness to burgle anything and everything not nailed down. Uncatchable by the guards and undetectable by his victims, the fox prowls through homes as a haunting phantom would a crypt."
Beval is a happy-go-lucky halfling who sees thievery and burglary as more of a challenge than an illegality. Though willing to kill if his or a companion's life depends on it, he leans toward the stealthy approach to the many conundrums of the world. He's 2ft. 10 with dark brown hair, green eyes and tanned skin. When he isn't on a job, he's normally in his modest room above the Golden Plow smoking his pipe and watching the sky through his window.
