Hotep the psychic wrote:Are you the one who had a jar of dirt?
Well, I think
this guys has it. The darn Pirate stole it from me! I'm going to steal his rum!
Also, I want to ask if you'll accept me if I want to re-join you guys
EDIT: Alright, time to show you ladies and gentle-furs the possible new addition to 17 CF (this time more permanent then before)
And without further ado, I present to you the MCV... whoops! Wrong page!
*flips over a few pages*
Ah, there he is:
Name: Vitar
Species: Gray wolf
Gender: Male
Age: around 21 (6 human years)
Neighborhood: 17CF
Appearance:
Lean, strong body, grey fur and yellow eyes. His mane is black, short and well kept.
Has a few sets of clothes* he like to keep up in good shape, which he keeps in a small wooden chest.
[Set 1: Black Tricorn hat, black long leather coat, white shirt, black leather belt, black pants that don’t restrict his movement; (his more “official” look)
Set 2: Red head wrap, white shirt, red sash and black pants (wider on the leg parts for less-restricted movement), leg-wraps/paw-wraps; (his more “everyday” look)
Set 3: Black head wrap, black cloth mask, black shirt, black belt and black pants (wider on the leg parts for less-restricted movement), black paw-wraps (his “on the job” look).]
Other than that he carries a normal brown traveler bag and a jar of dirt (in the chest).
Personality:
Generally nice and calm, though always ready to jump into action or strike a good deal if the conditions allow it.
He never really holds grudges and even if he does it will only be if someone steals something from him.
Likes to stare at the sea and the stars and like every wolf, he likes to stare at the Moon.
Background:
Vitar is one of those charming thieves that always manage to avoid the law even if it is by the skin of his teeth.
He was wrongly accused and exiled from his colony at the age of 8 (barely above 2 human years). With nowhere else to go, he quickly ended up on the streets of the closest large town. It was only a luck that he was found by a group of thieves with a good enough hearts to take him under their protection before something happened to him. Soon they realized how agile he was and after they offered Vitar to teach him to become a thief like them.
With no other option but street thug, Vitar eagerly accepted and the teaching began one next day. Still young, the young wolf showed quite the talent, which made the thieves happy. In the short years after he became the pride of the group, for he polished his skills only to become one of the best thieves in two towns… however successful he was in his job, the group forgot one thing – to teach him how to fight and use his knifes for more than cutting purses and meals. That little mistake on their side almost cost Vitar’s life when he was caught by a group of head-hunters, only to be saved by a former member of the group – a Wolf duelist… who also ended up being the long lost (and thought to be dead) father of Vitar - Vitanum. Once Vitar and Vitanum returned to the group’s hideout, everyone celebrated and on the next day, Vitanum began teaching his son how to use his daggers and a cutlass, as well as a few lessons in archery with crossbows. (he’s taking his time to shoot and uses them only in the most complex missions)
For year and a half, Vitar was living with the group and his father, until six months ago when the law caught them up by surprise in their hideout. The only survived and free member of the group was
Vitar and only thanks to his father who managed to seal the escape tunnel behind his boy before the law enforcers caught up to him.
For six months after that moment, Vitar is on the run – never staying for long in one place, never taking the time to make a new friend, until the moment he ended up in Castillo Pato under the name of the Thief in green (green pants, shirt and (cloth) mask, brown vest and paw-wraps), where his talents would either prove invaluable or…
Other Info:
Relatively good fighter when it comes to his daggers and cutlass.
His aim with the crossbow however is not as keen, hence he rarely uses it and when he does he takes his sweet time to aim.
His knowledge of hunting is limited, but he has some experience with fishing.
Good flute player, but he keeps losing his instruments.
In every town he stays for more than a week, he finds himself a hideout, where he keeps his chest with clothes and other small valuables.
He managed to steal some recipes from an old (al)chemist (from somewhere else) for small bombs with sleeping gas and scent covering ointment. He has a few bottles of the latter, which he snatched along with the recipes.
SPECIAL:
S - 7
P - 6
E - 6
C - 5
I - 6
A - 7
L – 5
color:
0000FF
