Tuzon Thume

Physical Traits

Tuzon wears his dark brown hair long and tied in a 'warriors knot'. He has generally good features and currently sports smartly trimmed sideburns, beard and mustache. Often he scowls or carries his head down, menacing green eyes peeking from beneath his brow. He is almost 3 feet tall and is slender. He can read and writes with his right hand. His cape, short suede jerkin, gloves and pants are custom made and reversible, tanned lighter earth tones on one side and very dark shades on the other. Some of his shirts are light colored but the sleeves are removable, others have long sleeves but are dyed dark grays or black. Under his long jerkin is a mail shirt blackened and tied tightly, it seems to be virtually weightless.

Demeanor

Immature and arrogant to the point of being cocky. When he drinks or does drugs he talks too much. When he doesn't he sulks. He often blames others for his problems. A cocky young wise-guy. (Think of a pint-sized Christopher Moltisanti from Sopranos). Lately he's not as comfortable so he is more exacting and tactful than normal.

Biography

History:
Tuzon grew up in a Haradadian syndicate, his mother was the cook and his father was major domo for the Capo so Tuzon was raised in the Capo's estate house which was also the guilds hq. Being an only child raised in the atmosphere of wealth he was spoiled and demanding. His parents gave him anything he wanted many times over but he cared little for their efforts. Whenever he became too much of a hassle they gave him over to 'aunts and uncles' who were specialists, they taught him much, maybe too much. Only his talents and abilities redeemed him for his poor attitude.

As he grew older he became more of a problem. He became an able thief, a good earner who found and planned many operations, but his cocky and ambitious attitude caused friction amongst his peers. There were other problems also, whoring and drinking chief among them. He liked to think of himself as notorious and would brag about hauls. In Haradad this was a severe problem. Several times he was asked to 'scale it back' but instead he would 'ramp it up'. This brought attention from the Capo and Commissari and when brought before them the second time he was drunk and laughed in their face while they issued their demands.

Within a week of that meeting he awoke with a start, a loud knock at his chamber door. He took his dagger and carefully opened the door expecting attack. What he found instead were the heads of his mother and father in a bag pinned shut with a note;

'A result of their inaction. You should be in their place. Get out now.'

Less than a dramatic scene; the young halfling was more upset at losing a resource than anything. He stomped around destroying his room in a rage before packing up. Tuzon moved warily through the house knowing that his life was in danger. When he did encounter someone they would turn away and leave in a hurry without speaking to him. Even the estate stable master turned away although Forcer his riding dog and Strom the fighter were ready.

Tuzon sulked in town for a few days wondering what to do. He had the material and know how to get his revenge. His pack was full of arsonists supplies but he was worried that he was being watched. He frequented the same haunts as before but his old acquaintances treated him like a civilian. They would talk about the weather or trivial matters but ignore any questions he had. Tuzon knew better than to pull off any heists or even a simple pilferage. A freelance had two choices when caught, join up and pay upwards or die. Tuzon only had one choice if he was caught.

He considered getting out; leaving the life behind and going straight. But he knew better. He did have two choices; he could go freelance here and die or leave town and start over in a different crew. Not much of a choice.

He knew where to go. He would head to HarlotQueen, the Whore of the North. It was a dangerous place but no worse than HairyDad for him now. Besides with added danger came a shot at higher profits.

The halfer hired on as a caravan guard headed to Harlequinn though he had an odd feeling that the caravan master was more interested in Strom and Forcer as guard dogs. The trip was peaceful and Tuzon again considered leaving the life behind. All such thoughts left his mind when they rounded the bend and saw Harlequinn ahead. A turning point in his life lay dead ahead.

Today:
When they clear the gates he thumbs his nose at the caravan master and realizes he is in his element. He reverses his soft leather jerkin and pants to display the dark grays and blacks. Riding Forcer while keeping the muzzled Strom on a short leash he moves through the city looking for the telltale signs of an operation. He listens as he rides slowly so he hears the rumors about the Blue Wizards and even some things about the different factions hoping to gain their favor. A halfling all dressed in black and gray and riding a huge black hound is an odd sight even in Harlequinn and he pretends not to notice the people pointing and staring. Inside he grins like a child.

After a while Tuzon notices a sure indicator of an underground, a healthy fat beggar. Tuzon watches for signs of survelliance before moving up with his hand held in a subtle sign, he gives over a generous amount of coinage and says the right things as he had been taught. All these symbols are seemingly innocuous but in fact identify Tuzon as a professional seeking contact. The fat beggar smiles and reciprocates with subtle symbolic gestures before insisting that Tuzon gave him too much. The beggar reaches into the cup and gives him a wooden coin with an address on one side.

Tuzon finds a better quality stable and makes sure the master understands about the dogs care with coin and tutelage. He leaves the saddle and saddle bags with the dogs and takes his backpack before continuing to the address on the wooden coin. Tuzon is stopped just outside and is asked a few questions after displaying the coin. The door opens and he steps through the side door into the common room of a tavern. Just inside another man nods at the men outside before pointing Tuzon to a corner table where a thin bald tattooed man sits with an unimpressed look on his face. Tuzon grabs a full mug from a passing serving girl and sits down across from the tattooed man.

Tuzon appraises the man for an instant before asking in a quiet tone. "I just got into town today and am looking for work. Know where a guy might find some work around here?"

Rogue5	10000	Halfling	S	37"	35 lbs	Normal
CLASS	EXPERIENCE	RACE	SIZE	HEIGHT	WEIGHT	VISION
5	15000	25	Male	Green	Dark Brown, Long, well kept	Neutral Evil
LEVEL	NEXT LEVEL	AGE	GENDER	EYES	HAIR	ALIGNMENT

*Mithral Shirt	TYPE	ARMOR BONUS	MAX DEX BONUS
*Mithral Shirt	Light	+4	+6

CHECK PENALTY	SPELL FAILURE	SPECIAL PROPERTIES
+0	10

STROM



Animal2	0	War Dog	M	26" at Shoulder	110 lbs.	Low-light, Normal
CLASS	EXPERIENCE	RACE	SIZE	HEIGHT	WEIGHT	VISION
2	3000	3	Male	Black	Brindle, Black Muzzle, Short, dense.	True Neutral
LEVEL	NEXT LEVEL	AGE	GENDER	EYES	HAIR	ALIGNMENT

FORCER



Animal2	0	Riding Dog	M	36" at Shoulder	165 lbs.	Low-light, Normal
CLASS	EXPERIENCE	RACE	SIZE	HEIGHT	WEIGHT	VISION
2	3000	3	Male	Black	Black, Short, dense.	True Neutral
LEVEL	NEXT LEVEL	AGE	GENDER	EYES	HAIR	ALIGNMENT