The fragile peace has shattered.

Broden Ama'shei

Race: Quoarl

Gender: Male

Age: 13

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Dark Green

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 125lb.

Occupation: Thief

Description: Broden is a thin, sickly young fellow with rich tan skin and inky black hair that hangs as low as his shoulders. His deep green eyes are piercing and seem to glow green in the dark. He always has a look of concentration on his face, even when he is at his most scatter-minded. He wears a cloak of old, fine, blue silk with tattered and dirty edges. He also wears a dusty dark-grey metal chain shirt and a tan pair of trousers. On his head is black silken cap, on his feet are fine leather boots and on his hands are dusty old gloves. He is never without his dagger, but it is not often seen until it is at your throat.

Personality: Broden is reserved, quiet and often times thought of as rude because he hardly speaks, even when spoken to. Few people have managed to crack a smile out of him, but those who do often become his lifelong friends. On the other hand, he is easily angered and those who anger him often find themselves with a new bloody hole in their guts.

Likes: The creatures of the desert, a well-thieved wealth, the sound of a brute crying, the dark, food that's either a little over or under cooked, sharp things and seeing people getting what's coming to them.

Dislikes: when he bleeds, when people hurt desert animals for any reason, the sounds of children screaming or crying from fear or pain, losing a fight, losing ANYTHING, when it's too hot to sleep, ocean creatures and blunt weapons.

Strengths: stealth, agility

Averages: strength, knowledge, defense, wisdom

Weaknesses: charisma, magic

Hometown: The Nothing

Biography: Broden was born into a bad life, his mother died giving birth to his little brother, and his father was an abusive man who used all sorts of harmful and mind-affecting chemicals. He then died when Broden was very young and that's when Broden was forced to live in the desert to fend for himself. He learned the art of thievery and trickery, his talents second only to his skill with drawn images.
He married once in his life, but his love died soon after at the age of 11, and he has never loved anyone ever again, and never plans to. He wonders now alone through the desert finding treasure from caravans rich and poor alike, causing pain and death wherever necessary, but not if it brings him no use. Right now he searches for his brother who was last sighted near the cliffs over the ocean, and is thought to be dead by everyone but Broden.