Male Elf Rogue
AL: CN Size: Medium Humanoid
init +6; Senses low-light vision Perception +7
Languages Common, Elven
Combat Gear acid flask, alchemist’s fire; Other Gear studded leather, daggers (6), rapier, backpack, hooded lantern, oil (5), silk rope (50 ft.), thieves’ tools, 13 gp
Dublaine, is a male elf 75 years old, who was abandoned when young and found brought to Riddleport.
Those who brought him, died long ago, and so Dublaine has lived a life of survival for a long time, until fellow street urchins took him under their wing and taught him the skills that meant he didn't starve.
With their help he rose to become their leader, for a time. But when the new head of the Thieves guild rose to power, he wanted only sanctioned thieves operating in his city. Though many of his friends went along with this, Dublaine used his rogue skills to survive not to hurt or harm people. But he knew that staying would only endanger his life, so he struck out into the big wide world. And found it to be an even scarier place.
He has arrived at Magnimar determined to leave his past behind him, and find new work and a new means to life that means he need not hide any longer. And he hopes that he might find his skills are of good use. After all why not send a thief to catch a thief. Although he wouldn't come out and admit he was a thief….
Thin and tall, with an easy smile that doesn’t appear too often. Dublaine's hair is fair and silvery, but has dirty streaks in it from years of covering it so as not to draw to much attention to it. Now he tends to where it dark with a few silvery strands on either temple.
Though slow to trust, Dublaine is desperately lonely and keen to make new friends, though ever cautious to do so. He is slow to trust, but when he trusts someone he is loyal to the point of recklessness.