Ocellus Aquilae
Ocellus regarda l'homme avec empressement, avec à la fois le désir d'un autre butin et la crainte qu'il en perde un peu en chemin! Il avait été tout à fait trop facile de snag - personne n'avait vraiment protégé leur richesse s'ils n'en avaient pas en premier lieu - et Ocellus avait fini de fouiller dans le sac de pièces, le plaçant à côté de lui. Il sirotait une nouvelle tasse de bière qu'il avait achetée avec l'argent « réaménagé », en se retournant une pièce de cuivre au fur et à mesure que le paysan marchait.
Il sourit et se tenait debout, gesticulant sur la chaise en face de lui: "Monsieur! Asseyez-vous! Bois un peu! S'il vous plaît! J'ai de l'argent à dépenser!" Ocellus étendit une main et laissa tomber une seule pièce de cuivre sur la table devant lui avec un rire aimable, presque innocent.
JUIN. Ocellus regarda la porte au son, momentanément distrait:("Mmm. Quelque chose de lourd à l'extérieur... ah bien. Laissez-moi juste obtenir mes cotisations.")
"Pah! D'autres hooligans pourboire des chariots, savez-vous?" Ocellus riait et sirotait à nouveau la tasse, complètement enchanté de la possibilité de voler cet homme aveugle. Et de voler sa prostituée aveugle aussi. C'est quoi, ça? La profession la plus ancienne fait l'argent le plus ancien... elle ne va nulle part. Tout ce que vous faites est de travailler et de travailler, et vous êtes récompensé de toute façon: plus vous êtes payé! Ocellus regarda la maîtresse elfique en lui faisant un clin d'œil avant de se retourner une fois de plus vers l'homme: "S'il vous plaît, asseyez-vous. Tu devrais savoir à quel point la bière est exquise ici. Tu l'as acheté après tout."
Cet appât évident est suivi par Ocellus en tirant nonchalamment la dague d'argent pour le cueillir à ses ongles.
Name: Ocellus Aquilae
Age: "This and that... older then some, younger than others..." (Thirty-three.)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Former soldier turned subsistence thief
Personality: He is facetious and sarcastic, but in a rather lighthearted manner that doesn't belie actual animosity. He's in many ways a nihilist who more or less acts the way one would act if he had nothing left to live for. He's not particularly angry or offended by much; not too terribly concerned with anything going on. He is unimpressed by those lurking in the shadows merely for the purpose of lurking in the shadows, and this manifests as a haughty, almost aristocratic arrogance. He is bubbly and friendly most of the time, however.
Bio: Ocellus was born the son of a minor noble, raised in the luxurious apartments of royalty, and cascaded in the rich lifestyles of the elite. He was naturally a trifle upset when this plush life was interrupted by one of the various wars wrought upon the kingdom by the searing bellows of fate. Forced into the soldier role by his father--who wished for his son to earn favor with a higher lord--he served as a knight in several minor skirmishes before being caught up in a major battle that left him horseless and alone.
Forced to survive with his limited knowledge of the outside world, he returned to the army some time later much the wiser and much the thinner. He scorned the rich armor and horses of the knights to take the ranger's cloak and dagger. He served as a scout, learning the ways of archery and swordsmanship before finally ending his service a much-changed man.
His father--having brought upon the wrath of a noble--was murdered by poisoned wine before Ocellus could return. Vowing revenge and at the same time losing faith in humanity, he fled the aristocratic lifestyle to pursue a career of thievery. This he used mostly for personal gain--although on occasion saving the odd starving orphan--and eventually became a minor criminal in the city at large.
Set upon a mission to take the aristocracy down a peg, Ocellus remains in the underbelly world of crime, constantly on the move. This makes his human relationships difficult to maintain, and he has had naught but the occasional fling to keep him sated and sane while his greater goal is slowly realized. At the moment of time, he is caught in the midst of a great heist on his first notable target: the High Lord Tax Collector.
What's in the bag:
"Oh, nothin' much..."
Regular sword with leather handle
Silver dagger to deal with those pesky magical folk
A recurve bow (smaller and easier to conceal)
A quiver of arrows
A silver shield medallion
"Even I don't know everything about me..."
Extra: He loves it when people fight. That means he can rob them blind.