| Full Name |
Genth Morstag |
| Race |
Half-Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Rogue Level 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
5'9" 175 |
| Age |
21 |
| Special Abilities |
Low-light vision,Adaptability,Elf blood,Elven immunities,Keen senses, Mutitalented |
| Alignment |
Chaotic Good |
| Deity |
Calistria |
| Location |
Longacre |
| Languages |
Elven, common, Dwarven, Gnomish, Orcish |
| Occupation |
Locksmith/Picker |
| Strength |
14 |
| Dexterity |
20 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
16 |
| Wisdom |
13 |
| Charisma |
16 |
About Genth Morstag
I have a completely fleshed out Half-elf Rogue.
3/4 Knife master 1/4 swashbuckler. Background:
Born from the father of an elven rogue
(Vistrian) and human rogue mother (Laura) I
learned the life of a rogue early on. Father
was a locksmith by trade and taught me the
craft as a child. My mother was more like me.
She was a wanderer and thief by trade. She
taught me some cons and how to pick a pocket
with out getting caught. My Father and I had a
fallimg out when I was 13. I think he knew it
was time for me to go on my own path. I lived
in the city doing odd jobs. I worked in a
brothel for a couple of years honing my skill
as a ladies man. At 16 I pilfered my first
person. He was a nasty Orc named Kalbor. He and
I were best friends until he stole from me. I
snuck into his lair late at night, took my
things and put a non-venomous snake in his bed. After
that incident I worked for a Wizard who I stole
for. He was a bastard but he did show me how to
work magic items. After two years of this and
his antics I left to become a locksmith. I have
been saving for two years to get my own set of
thieves tools. Last week I got into a bad
situation with the daughter of a magistrate. He
found out we were together and gave me a
choice. Get out of town or die a slow painful
death. I hopped on the next caravan out of
town. I hope the next town could use a
locksmith.