Basic Information:
Name: Grigori Oddberry
Age: Twenty-five
Race: Halfling
Profession: Rogue / Catburglar / Archer
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Apparent age: Late twenties
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Eyes: Hazel
Height and Weight:Nearly three feet
Physical Description: Grigori is short and wiry, with sickly pale skin owing to the fact that he mostly lives by night. By day he sleeps but, judging by the dark circles under his blood-shot eyes, not very well. His hair is dark brown and greasy-looking and he has long sideburns. He dresses in studded leathers, carefully dirtied to be a kind of blended, dark brown color that’s less conspicuous than plain black. When not thieving he wears a plain green traveller’s cloak over this. Since his bow and quiver of arrows are stuck to his back in plain sight he is often mistaken for a woodsman or Ranger, which suits him just fine.
Personality:
Age: Mostly acts his age. When working he tends to be altogether too serious and paranoid for his twenty-five years. Can be quite immature in social situations.
Likes: Female company, gold, nice clothes, good food.
Dislikes: Dragons, bullies, handsome and successful men, magic, really tall people, the law and it’s upholders, dragons.
Phobias: Is scared of a lot of things but tends to go quite irrational whenever dragons are involved.
When it comes to interacting with others he: Doesn’t do too well. He’s often too serious-minded to get along with the happy-go-lucky people and seems to lack a certain something in the humor department. He also tends to either like or love people and let it show. Grigori can be fiercely loyal to those he loves but also tends to be extremely possessive of them.
Believes that:Believes (an prays) that one day his luck will change and he can give up this life of crime. Until that time though, thieving is really the only thing he’s good at. No, he’s not
evil or anything like that. He only steals from the rich, the bad, the dead and people who specifically ask for it – for instance by leaving the window open.
Equipment:
Weapons and Armor: Studded leather armour, composite shortbow, rapier and several daggers hidden about his person. Elvish boots that help him to move unseen and allow him to (once a day) cast a blurring spell that makes him not exactly invisible, but certainly a lot harder to see.
Other equipment: Quiver and arrows, backpack, rope (lots of it), grappling hook, climbers kit, thieves’ tools, lockpicks, a plain green hooded traveler’s cloak, a bedroll and traveler’s tent, dried foodstuffs for a week, waterskin and miscellaneous earned / stolen valuables.
When it comes to money he: Has got enough to get by, for now.
Other Important Stuff:
Religion: Worships Kairos, God of opportunity, luck and favorable moments
When he’s scared he: Prays to above-mentioned God, tries to stay well clear of the action (this is where the bow comes in handy) or keep out of sight. Will fight like mad when cornered.
The thing he wants most but would never tell anyone about is: Most of all he longs for a normal, boring life in the country with a nice lady to look after him, no kids (troublesome things that they are) and plenty of money tucked away for both sunny and rainy days.
He’s lonely when: He sees others laughing together.
It hurts when: Confronted with people who’s life
does seem to be going according to plan.
The things you need to know about his past are: Grigori grew up in a quiet little Hobbit-town, just him and his mom and still recalls that time as the happiest in his life. Then his mother remarried and the new man was not very nice at all and what with one thing and another (no, he won't tell you the details) he ended up running away from home. He lived on the streets for some time, then was recruited by the thieves' guild where he grew up to be an able cat-burglar and archer. A couple of years back he joined an adventuring party and this worked well for him right up until almost the entire group was wiped out by a young green dragon. He still has nightmares about this. Alone once more, Grigori very much wants to find new companions, if only because there’s safety in numbers. He has come to town hoping to pawn some goods, then either hook up with other adventurers or join the local thieves' guild.
Wishes to go to the Shadow because: Not for fame, that’s for sure. Fame, hah! As if he’d want attention brought to his persona. No, Grigori hopes that perhaps this will be the big one, the great heist that will earn him enough gold to live out the rest of his days in quiet obscurity. He will kindly ask Rain to leave him out of her tales. Or at least refer to him only by pseudonym and make him so dashing, so goodlooking that no-one will ever think it was really that greasy, paranoid little git…
