Name: Rhys Cailean
Species: Human
Class: Rogue
Occupation: Vagabond
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs.
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Hazel

Attire: Well groomed and stylish, always wearing the best cut fabric in the newest trends.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Demeanor: Witty, articulate, intelligent, charming, sophisticated, lofty, cunning, he does have a good side but it is often shadowed by his personal and impulsive desires.

Skills & Abilities: Rhys is an accomplished swordsman and rider. He is quick, lean and toned and though he may not be a fan of physical altercations...he can easily manage to skirt them. His wit and cunning are definitely over developed and used to his every advantage. He also happens to be one of the more infamous womanizers in the country.
Weaknesses: A pretty face, a high stakes gambling game and a well bread horse. He has also never had the head to walk away from a situation that may label him a coward.
Weaponry: Cutlass, Rapier, Longsword, Shortsword, Broadsword, Sabre, Dirk, Dagger
Magical items: N/A

Family: His family has all passed, which left him with a healthy and some may say...obscene...purse.
Gods/Religion: He is not a man of great or particular faith, but he does believe in God.
Character Premise: Rhys had come back to Cor Cathair in search of a genuine high stakes game, and of course...the women of Cor Cathair could not be matched in beauty, or bedsport.

 

History: Rhys' father had made his own fortune as a merchant, beginning with naught but a cart and a few wears. His mother had been a noble born woman who had been shunned from her family for falling in love with a lowly peddler. Together, they had built a life, though God had only graced them with one child...a son.

They had meant everything to one another, until one fateful day when Rhys was 13, a band of murderous cutthroats had accused Rhys' father of selling them faulty wares. They had made an example of Rhys' father and mother while Rhys lay in hiding at a distance. The murdering scum forced Rhys' father to watch as his mother was raped and then disemboweled before his very eyes. Then Rhys' father had his own head sawed from his neck. Rhys has been on his own since that day, scarred, frightened, angry and vowing never to love anyone again...so that they may naught be used against him.

 

UPDATE: Rhys' body has been overtaken by the soul of Draven Warwick. While Rhys' memories are very much in tact, they are mingled with the many centuries of knowledge that laid within Draven's mind. However, the longer Draven remains within this body, the more he becomes Rhys.