*nods* Rogue it is, then!
edit: And done!
Male Half Elf
Hit Dice: 3d8
Hit Points: 24
Ability Scores: STR 10 (+0), DEX 15 (+2), CON 10 (+0), INT 14 (+2), WIS 8 (-1), CHA 13 (+1)
AC: 16 (touch 12, flatfooted 14, CMD 14)
Saves: Fortitude: +1, Reflex: +6, Will: +0
Masterwork Shortbow: +5, 60ft range increment
Masterwork Rapier: +5
Masterwork Shortbow: 1d6, x3 crit
Masterwork Rapier: 1d6, x2 crit (18-20)
Mithril Chain Shirt (+4 AC, +6 Max Dex, 0 Armor Check Penalty, 10% Spell Failure)
Low Light vision
Trap Sense +1
Sneak Attack +2d6
Disable Device: 8
Escape Artist: 2
Sense Motive: 5
Sleight of Hand: 11
Weapon Proficiency (simple weapons, hand crossbow, rapier, sap, shortbow, and short sword)
Armor Proficiency (light armor)
Skill Focus (Slight of Hand)
Reactionary (+2 init)
Deft Dodger (+1 reflex)
Languages: Common, Elven, Halfling, Dwarven, Undercommon, Goblin, Giant
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Equiptment: Backpack; Bedroll; Masterwork Shortbow, Arrows (20), Masterwork Rapier, Mithril Chain Shirt, Peasant's Outfit, Backpack, Sunrod, Candle (5), Flint and Steel, Small Steel Mirror, Masterwork Thieves tools
Ren is a half elf, born of an elven mother. His father, the source of his human side, is all but unknown to him... his mother refuses to speak of him, and all his grandparents would say is that he was conceived while his mother was in human custody, having been captured after a battle over the resources their home forest held.
Although he got along with his family well enough, the rest of his village took a more typical view of him. The scorn was constant, and from the rougher elements, the occasional beating was far from unheard of. It was little suprise, then, that he left home as soon as he came of age, setting out to find his place in the world.
His mother had been a proud defender of their homeland, a barbarian, strong of arm and skilled with her blade, and he'd originally intended to follow in her footsteps... but as time passed, and training did little to improve his strength, he was eventually forced to admit that he was too slight of build to weild a greataxe with any sort of effectivness. On the other hand, he'd quickly discovered in his travels that the humans of the world had no more respect for half breeds like them then the elves did, and, denied access to polite society, the underworld proved to be a natural destination.
At first, with the difficulty he had finding work, it was stealing out of necessity (or at least, thats what he told himself, though he never seemed to hesitate to grab a bit more then he actually needed). Before long, he was working the streets regularily, disguising his heritege just enough to mingle with the population, and at every opportunity, relieve another poor sap of their coinpurse.
While slightly short for his race, Ren is close to average for a human, which tends to work in his favor when he's trying to hide himself. His hair is long, and a bit messy, falling below his shoulders, again, helping to hide his ears when needed. Generally, when disguised, the most obvious sign of his heritage is his slender features, and his amber eyes. He dresses plainly, wearing cheap, but well made garments, in styles typical of lower to middle class peasants.