Deimos
Half-Elf, Rogue, Chaotic Good
Description
Deimos is a lean Half-Elf with messy black hair, sharp tired eyes, and a face marked by a few small scars. He dresses practically—worn dark clothes, patched leather, sturdy boots, and a belt carrying daggers and thieves’ tools. Nothing about him is flashy. He prefers to disappear into a crowd rather than command it. His magic is similarly subtle: illusions, distractions, and manipulation rather than displays of raw power.
Backstory
Deimos grew up learning that the world belonged to people who could afford to be careless. He couldn't. He survived by stealing, lying, and learning how to notice what everyone else overlooked. Eventually, he became skilled enough that people stopped seeing him as a street thief and started paying him for his talents.
One job went wrong when Deimos discovered that his employer was using stolen information to have innocent people killed. He kept the evidence instead of completing the job, making enemies on both sides. Since then, he's lived between the criminal world and the people who hunt it, taking work when it suits him while quietly searching for whoever originally set the whole scheme in motion.
His magic appeared gradually. Deimos discovered that a well-placed illusion could be more useful than a blade—and considerably harder to trace.
Personality
Quiet, observant, and calculating.
Trusts actions more than words.
Uses sarcasm when uncomfortable.
Rarely reveals everything he knows.
Doesn't seek attention; he wants control of the situation.
Has a soft spot for people being exploited by those more powerful than them.
Will lie without hesitation if it keeps someone alive.
Hates being manipulated.
Keeps emotional attachments hidden because he considers them weaknesses.
When forced into a fight, he fights dirty and intelligently, not honorably.
Core trait: “I notice things people wish I'd missed.”
Ideal: Freedom. Nobody gets to own him or decide what he becomes.
Bond: He still possesses evidence from the job that ruined his old life.
Flaw: He assumes everyone has an angle—even people who genuinely care about him.