Ethan s'est étouffé quand le vieil homme s'est emparé du bras. Quand il vit la rage et la tristesse dans les yeux de l'homme, il savait qu'il ne pourrait pas garder la clé, l'homme avait l'air trop... émouvant. Soudain, il y eut une série de booms assourdissants et de foudres en arc à travers le ciel et dans la ville. Ethan a été choqué quand tout a tourné vers eux. Il pensait que ça le frapperait et qu'il ferait frire, il le méritait probablement. Mais le vieil homme s'est tourné vers la pierre. Ethan bâillonné à la statue, parfait jusqu'au plus petit détail. Il a dû regarder ailleurs, l'émotion sur le visage de l'homme était dévastatrice.
Ethan a arraché le bijou rose devant le vieil homme. Il arrangerait ça, s'il le pouvait. Un autre vieil homme a crié d'entrer dans le mur. Ethan a hurlé fermement, et a ensuite yanné sa main. Ce qui était coincé. Il soupira et toucha à l'intérieur de son manteau, doigtant un sigil. Il a imaginé l'allégresse sur le visage du vieil homme quand il a tout réparé. Il est apparu à côté de l'homme plus âgé sur le chariot. Il regarda cet homme, et il pleura avec méchanceté. "Ça devrait être intéressant, hein? J'espère que ces gens sont capables comme vous l'ancien temps."
NAME: Ethan Morrfield
ABSTRACT: Treasure Hunter and Stark Raving Mad Adventurer
DETAIL: Ethan is a born and raised lowlife, thief, scoundrel, and charmer. An on and off fugitive, he has yet to be caught (until our story that is), and is a world class expert at avoiding the law. There are, of course, perks to being such a man. Ethan has a great stash of valuables, but not the kind you sell for money. Objects enchanted with runes, rare sigils, mysterious objects from a lost time or beyond the wall. Ethan doesn't just collect treasure, he uses it. Ethan is not exactly proficient at making friends, and has vastly more enemies, some of them above the law, others...not so much. What he is good at is quick wits, women, and when it comes to it, fighting. Then again, why fight when you can just talk your way out.
MAGICAL INVENTORY: Ethan carries 5 sigils of varying strength, and has committed one other to memory. One which creates a loud sound 20 feet in the direction directed; two for varying strengths of passing short distances through solid objects; one to unlock nearly any lock; one to trip a target focused on; and the last to allow Ethan to jump to the nearest point outdoors. Ethan has only one enchanted object on his person that he finds useful, though he has a few others in his home, which he rarely uses as he finds their enchantments worthless or odd. His pistol, a relatively average lazer pistol with no fancy sightings or attachments, is enchanted to never miss, as long as he is focused on his target, it is still under the restrictions of ammo, overheating, and breaking. The runes trace along the handle of the pistol. Ethan, despite technically being a debtor, has managed to hide the pistol from the original guards who sent him up, and so much equipment is smuggled to the top that nobody looks twice when he takes it out.