| Full Name |
Agnar Holsar |
| Race |
Nord |
| Gender |
Male |
About Agnar Holsar
Adept Skill(s): Sneak, Pickpocket
Apprentice Skill(s): Light Weapons, Light Armor, Lockpicking
Novice Skill(s): One-handed Weapons, Archery, Martial Arts (jujitsu), Smithing
Physical Appearance: Slightly skinny for a Nord, his brown, scraggly hair seems to always be unkempt. His pale complexion doesn't look healthy, but his muscular physique seems to say he's in peak condition for his size. Green eyes always seem to be looking around for something hidden in the shadows.
Personality: Generally friendly, he will speak to any family member that wants to talk to him...and can find him. When feeling threatened or uneasy, he's quick to slink into the shadows, where he's apt to just disappear.
Backstory: Agnar was conceived during drunken revelry between a Thane of Riften and the court mage. Not wanting such a disgrace to be known to the public, the Jarl had the court mage hidden away, telling the people for nine months that she was just ill and needed much rest. When Agnar was finally born, he was taken to the Ratway and hidden away deep inside, meant to be left for dead. Luckily for Agnar, though, a poor couple living in the sewers heard his cries and found him. Despite having no means to take care of it aside from thieving, they decided to care for the boy, having no clue where he came from. They gave him the name Agnar, and gave them their surname of Holsar.
Agnar grew up knowing only how to thieve, trained by various Thieve's Guild members that took pity on him, hearing the plight of the couple who found him. His life was tough, but he managed to survive. He would raid the food stands on a regular basis, having a natural talent for keeping himself hidden, even in a crowd. Not wanting to be rude, as he was taught by his adopted parents to never be, he would only take what he and his family needed and not a single piece more. In his early teens, however, he slipped up--literally slipping on a stray piece of parchment--and was caught trying to steal fish from the stand for the first time. He was taken before the Jarl, given his young age, to see what should be done with him, and the Jarl instantly recognized him, as if just his pale face triggered a long-forgotten memory.
Instead of throwing the boy in jail, he decided that he would take him in, much to the confusion of the guards. The decision he had made to leave the boy for dead secretly weighed heavily in the back of his mind, and he thought he had a chance to set things right. He asked Agnar of his past, and where he came from, and all he knew for sure was that he was from the Ratway, and having no means for income, he had to steal food to survive. When asked about his parents, he said that the Holsars were the only family he knew, though he was aware they weren't his true parents. Overcome by grief, the Jarl admitted that he was the court mage's son, a middle-aged Breton by that point in time. He told him that he was the result of too much liquor, and back then, fourteen years ago, the Jarl didn't want such an accident to be known and stain his name. Agnar just listened, not sure how to feel about his true origin.
Hoping it would make things right, the Jarl took the young man and led him to a private room, telling him to wait there. Within minutes, the court mage, unaware of what she was being brought there for, came in, and met her son eye-to-eye for the first time. She had forgotten about him, and Agnar introduced himself as her son, not sure what else to say. The court mage scoffed, saying there was no way she had a son, as she happily left the baby for dead for her Jarl. Her tone was condescending, and it welled up untold rage within Agnar. In a state of pure emotion, he leaped up at her when she turned around, drawing his shiv he kept for protection, and dug it deep into her neck. His fury completely disappeared when he realized what he had done, and he grew very afraid of his fate. Unsure of what to do, he darted out of the room, leaving his blade in the court mage's neck as he ran out of the Jarl's keep, and he was well outside Riften before the murder was noticed.
He hid inside a cave far east of the city, cowering in fear near the entrance, not sure if the guard would find him. He didn't know what to do, afraid of what to do. There was no way he could return to the Ratway, and he knew that he couldn't go back to the Holsars. He stayed up as long as he could, but exhaustion took him, and he fell asleep. When he awoke, he was at the feet of a figure in a dark, hooded cloak, and he was afraid at first that he was caught, but he was instead offered to join the family of the Dark Brotherhood. He felt that he would be protected within their ranks, and he knew they would accept him as a murderer, unlike the Thieve's Guild, so he accepted, murdered an unwanted beggar outside of Shor's Stone as his initiation, and he became one of the stealthiest assassins for the Dark Brotherhood ever since.
Equipment: Two steel daggers, several lockpicks, dark robes, a bow, and some arrows.
