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He spent there 2 years for a violent robbery, but during that time he befriended with an ex-priest, who grossly violated the code of conduct required by his god, and while taking care of the prison library he was on his path of atonement.
The priest using his knowledge and wisdom changed the vicious side of Bazil's soul to the state where his nature would be more likely accepted by society devastated by the recent war.
After being released Bazil realized that he was not capable of a total alteration in his persona despite what priest imagined.

Yet some changes already took place. Without being aware of it he started to accept only the work that at least in its premise avoided the direct violence. This approach led to a sudden development in certain nimble professions.

Soon after reaching the age of twenty four he was already well known for his agile set of skills as a rogue for hire, mostly for nonviolent interceptions of a precious cargo on the famous trading route of Isger's Conerica Straits.

Bazil was never supposed to be a spokesman nor the noble and he knew little of such things as a charm, good appearance, or etiquette.
His past combined with newly gained skills turned him into a stealthy fighter and highly perceptive trapfinder.

Only a few call him Vic. Vic's life was predestined the moment he was born. His mother was an elven ranger who was a part of caravan between Sura-Khiri and Khiras. His father was a friendly human tradesman. What seemed to be at the beginning as an infatuation grown into the passionate love of two different yet similar beings. But this relationship was never meant to last - just a few months after the only child was born the Yuan-Ti attacked the caravan on the road to Sura-Khiri while Victor was sleeping soundly in his mothers backpack. A backpack, that his mother was trying to hide away seeing the imminent battle. While searching for the place to conceal it, the Yuan-Ti warrior sneaked from behind and struck her down his curved sword. Her body that sheltered the backpack was the only reason young Victor survived. Only after a few hours the two guards patrolling the area from Khiras encountered the slaughtered caravan. When they came they were wordless - In the wind there was only sound of dripping blood and smell of recent ambush, because Yuan-Ti have not left even one breathing soul behind, or so they thought. One guard run to the city and screamed about the ambush, while the other was searching through the remains. When Victor's father heard the grim news he and few others whose family members also were a part of caravan, blindly took arms and run enraged towards the nearest known Yuan-Ti outpost with hope to intercept the possible survivors. There were none, and much to their surprise that was the other take-no-prisoners massacre that Yuan-Ti planned for this day.

Thus Victor as orphan was born that day. But he knows nothing of those tragic events, and this lack of knowledge will haunt him to the end of his days.

Only a few knew of this child and none decided to take care of him, so he was left to the orphanage, and still as an infant given to the foster parents. But that merely was the beginning of struggle in Victor's life. Foster parents were physically and mentally abusive towards him, hating him for being different than the other children. They were pushing him into the life of crime, and punishing him severely for any sign of disobedience. As an effect of any kind of repetitive action he also got used to the this hardship, secretly planning his getaway. When he was just a teenager he eventually escaped from this horrible home to live on a streets of whole Bazareene. His perception, quick fingers , agility in combat and shadows were naturally developed through many years of survival as a vagrant. He met many similar to him characters during his life and tried to learn as much as possible just by watching them perform in this nimble profession. He has never expected much from life except to have food and roof over his head, and that was probably the reason why he managed to avoid attraction from the The Golden. He was never meant to be a leader nor the well spoken noble, and he cared little for such things as charm, or good looks. He know what he sees and that's the only way he wants to endure his journey.
Such life is never easy but while working for some gold, or food and place to sleep, and more than occasionally deciding to steal something for himself he finally felt that the street was his true home where no one would punish him for being just himself. At least until he gets caught.