Tharm

[Tharm]

DUNAN THARM ABALIR

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" there's a worm in your pretty red apple "


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[/b] Dunan Tharm Abalir - Goes by Tharm
AGE:30
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: December 13th
CLASS: Rogue
TITLE/RANK: Leader of the Thieves Guild / King of Thieves
OCCUPATION: Badass Expert Thief and Assasin
ALIGNMENT: Neutral - Does what is best for himself and his Guild
ALLEGIANCE: Himself and his Guild
RACE: Man
CANON: Yes <3[/SIZE]
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but oh, you seem so serious

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I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]

[/b] Dark brown, almost black
HAIR:Dark Brown
WEIGHT:170 lbs
HEIGHT: 6'1
PLAY-BY: Ben Barnes
GENERAL:Overall, he's quite a handsome guy. He has the entire 'tall, dark, and mysterious' thing going for him and it isn't going to change anytime soon. He dressed in dark colors, since he does a fair share of sneaking about at night and doesn't wish to be spotted in some disgustingly bright colors to give him away.[/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you

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I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]

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>> Money
>> Women
>> Thievery
>> His Guild
>> Silk
>> Women
>> Himself
>> Influence
>> Proper Women (He enjoys breaking them in >=D)
>> His Reputation
>> Women
>> Luxury Items
>> And more women =D

DISLIKES:
>> Authority
>> Law
>> Beggars
>> Wasting
>> Prudes
>> Stale Bread
>> Clingy Women D:
>> Bad Wine
>> Those who think they can outwit him
>> Women who come to him claiming he's the father of their kid <_< (It's likely true, but he won't claim them xD)

STRENGTHS:
>> Wit
>> Seduction
>> Persuasion
>> Fighting
>> Thievery
>> Lying
>> Natural Leader

WEAKNESSES:
>> Arrogance
>> Believes himself to be invincible
>> Women
>> Extremely Greedy
>> Can never have enough of something

QUIRKS/HABITS:
>> Cannot sleep on his stomach
>> Rarely is with the same woman more than twice
>> Eats grapes at every meal
>> Makes his own bread
>> Polishes daggers/weapons daily
>> Thinks up booby traps when bathing
>> Has a mirror in every room in the Guild

FEARS:
>> Loss of money
>> Capture
>> Love (He's soo not ready for it)

GOALS:
>> More wealth
>> Bed as many women as he possibly can (Doing quite well at this one)
>> More Power
>> Get his number of Guild members to keep growing

PERSONALITYTharm is an extremely arrogant man. He does in fact believe himself to be the greatest thing to walk the land. It radiates off of him, though due to his years of lying his ass off to people, he's able to turn it off and act as if he actually thinks himself to be common. He's the definition of greedy as well. The man cannot ever have enough of something. Women, money, jewels, fine clothing...Anything that is considered to be upscale and luxury, he wants and most likely has. Women are lovely to him and though he may not show it, he does respect them. To a point. He doesn't respect them enough to leave them alone and try and find one to settle down with but he will never be caught forcing a woman into anything. He may get a little rough and grabby, but he won't resort to rape. His ability to charm the dress off of just about every woman also helps to prevent any rape.

He takes pride in his guild, keeping it clean, properly rigged to snag any intruders, and up in numbers. There's a load of wealth hidden within the safe house, due to years and years of the Guild existing. He has no shame in stealing and finds it extremely amusing to do. His skills as an assassin are also among the very top. He calls himself the King of Thieves and it is a fitting term. He's legendary. There's hardly a soul that hasn't heard the stories that people have spread about him. So in a few words to quickly sum him up...Seductive. Greedy. Power Hungry. Selfish. Proud. Sneaky. Deadly.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me

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WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]

[/b] Fauna - Deceased
FATHER:Salko Aronde Abalir - Deceased
SIBLINGS: Probably has a few half siblings running around but he doesn't know of any confirmed ones
OTHER: - - -
FAMILIAR/PET: Bruno
MOUNT: Ivy - The only woman he's loyal to <3
PLACE OF BIRTH: Dantalon, Evangosthal
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Dantalon, Evangosthal
WEAPONRY:
>> Four small daggers used for lovely backstabbing - Been trained in them since he was a young boy by his father - Extremely Skilled
>> One 'special assignment' dagger only used on those who are of high standing/great importance - Trained since he was a young boy by his father - Extremely Skilled
>> Numerous smaller daggers/knives that are easier to conceal when going into a public building (as to not get detected)
>> Ragnarok - Little use due to it being a family heirloom - Remains in his personal quarters
>> Shroud - Short sword that he uses frequently - Quite skilled with it. Though not nearly as proficient in it as he is daggers
>> Bow and Arrow - For long ranged attacked - Lovely shot

HISTORY:
• Born into the Thieves Guild that his father was in charge of
• Began training and learning the ways at a very young age; no older than four or five
• Mother passed away when he was six years old, though he quickly got over it and accepted that she was in a better place now
• Age 13; given first assassination assignment and succeeded with it
• By 16, Tharm had already lived up to his father's name and earned the reputation of being both deadly and popular with the women in town
• His father was brutally murdered when Tharm was 20, leading to him becoming leader of the Thieves Guild. He and his father's close friends caught the murderer and made sure that he paid the price in a very painful and slow manner.
• Three years later, Tharm lead the attack on a corrupt member of the Government. The man was slain in the middle of the night, neck slashed open in his sleep. His jewels and trinkets were all missing and found a lovely home within Tharm's personal chambers as a little trophy.
• At 25, he and a few of his favorite followers were paid to escort a young noble woman across to Samarid. They were attacked by a band of thugs who thought they could actually pull it off. Tharm and his Guild shredded the poor guys, leaving the bodies off to the side of the road. Tharm got paid extra well for protecting the young lady, if you catch my drift.
• Many bounty hunters have come after him, though they obviously have failed miserably in their attempts to 1)bring him in or 2)kill him, since he is still breathing and free from any cell.
• Now at thirty, Tharm recently allowed a few more thieves into his Guild, though he is keeping a close eye on them since he isn't exactly the most trusting guy when it comes to the new folks.
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who am i talking to

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COULD BE A DEMON IN A MASK[/font][/center]

[/b] Javvy
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: Seven years
CONTACT: PM or AIM <3
MEMBER TITLE: KING OF THIEVES
[color=ECD672][font=arial]KING OF THIEVES[/font][/color]
ANSWER: i believe in those fluffy hobits >.>
EXAMPLE:

It had been a long night, though every night for a halfway decent girl at the Brothel could be considered a long one. Thankfully enough, last night hadn't been one of those nights where Penny was tossed around like a rag doll and ended up sporting a few nasty bruises the next day. Of course, she always brought the gun out when the men started getting like that. If they wanted someone to beat up and overpower, they'd have to find some other poor girl to do their work on, as Penny didn't tolerate it. Much to her satisfactory, she had yet to actually pull the trigger. The gun pointing to their goods was always enough to get them to cool their act and calm down, or find another girl to give them what they wanted. Sleep had come quickly once the night was over, though it didn't last very long, which was the reason Penny had gotten up and made her way out onto the town. Her hair hung limply over her slender shoulders and down to the middle of her back. There was the presence of slight bags under her green eyes but she was quite use to those being present. She gathered up the lower half of her simple pale yellow dress as she stepped out into the town.

It was quiet. Just how she liked it.

Moving at a casual carefree pace, Penny strolled down the street, ignoring the looks from a couple of 'upstanding and moral' citizens that happened to be out on their way to the town Doctor since the woman looked as if she were about to burst that very moment. She couldn't help but to smile a bit, knowing full well that the man who's wife turned her nose up at Penny had actually visited the Brothel numerous times. It amused her greatly how so many married men who claimed to be loyal and madly in love with their wives had wondered into the Brothel on more than one occasion. She had tried to feel bad for the wives, but she simply couldn't. They obviously weren't doing their fair share of pleasing their husbands or else the poor men wouldn't have to look elsewhere for comfort.

Turning her head away from the couple, she ran her hand through her hair while paying special attention not to step into one of the many puddles that had formed from the rain that came through last night. She had no set destination during her little stroll and simply wanted to take in the morning air. She didn't dare to look at the Church as she passed by it. It taunted her. It screamed to her. And it begged for her to return and ask for forgiveness. She used to believe, before her life went to Hell and she lost all faith in the one these good people knew as God. Now, she knew no God nor any savior for that matter.

She began to hum softly to herself, the tune being an old one her mother use to sing her to sleep with. Her shoes hardly made a sound as she came upon the Jail, though almost immediately she came to a quick halt. A familiar face came into view though the position it was in caused Penny's brow to raise. There stood the lovely little Amelia, staring up at the slightly swaying noose above her head. Penny knew what she was thinking. Hadn't everybody at one point in their lives thought the same? A frown tugged at her lips watching the young girl decide her fate. Sadly enough for Amelia, Penny wasn't about to let the poor thing end her own life. She was much too young. "I could get ya a barrel if you'd like, but I think you'd regret it once it came out from under ya," she called out to Amelia as she trudged toward the Platform, hoping not to startle the girl too badly.

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