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"I hear the baying of the hounds
In the distance, I hear them devouring
Pest-ridden jackals of the earth
Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests
In wait and constant protectors
Calling you to sit by his side
Your self-loathing image in his flesh
A revelation upon which you linger"
The Basics:Name: Alethros Trithis
Nicknames / Alias: The Jackal, Lethy' by his 'Friends.'
Class / Archetype: Rogue.
Race / Species: Undead, human by birth.
Skin: Pale green.
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Length: Shoulder Length.
Eyes: Gold, Pupils are white although hard to spot.Body Type: Ectomorph
Distinguishing Features:
Height: 5'11
Weight: 10 Stone.
Allegiance: Unaligned.
Profession: Thief, Assassin.
Current Residence: The Golden Tether
Morality: Chaotic Neutral.
"Hey, At least your not dead, eh?"
Oh, such a thorough reincarnation. Sinuous form clad in mottled leather armor, buckled and strapped to pale emerald flesh that seemed tied tightly upon aged bones that rested in a light hunch. A long black cloak was bunched upon his neck, and on his waist hung the tools of an oh so visceral craft - A pair of daggers. These vorpal tools twisted like that of a snake, peaking at the tip of the foot long blade in a sinister point, an apt dealer of death if there ever was one. But there was more to this fiend than mere war. His voice was coarse, dry and reminiscent of the sort of voice one would expect to be the product of copious smoking, a habit - despite his apparent affliction - that seemed to remain. A wandering and lazy gaze often seemed plastered to rigid features , and what little emotion he expressed through such seemed twisted and contorted to a grimace upon a once handsome face.
A dark sense of humor lingered and matched with surprising wit, gave the impression of at least the face of a functioning brain, although such afflictions seemed to put rigor on the organ. Bouts of madness seem to fluctuate upon the ghoul, whose otherwise charming disposition allowed him to intermingle with the living, a habit that seemed more trouble than it was worth at times. But such company allows many things, and within such a world as this is his skills become not only necessary, but unique. He needs not to sleep, nor to eat or drink - although such things are still a habit to him - allowing a persistent, terrifying foe. Such talents have allowed an otherwise shunned being to establish a reputation amongst his peers, being known as "The Jackal".
Habits: Card Shuffling, knife spinning, Tobacco, Alcohol (although its effects on him are questionable) Numerous drugs - Usually in attempt to re-establish his 'Humanity'
Skills: Stealth, Alchemical Mixtures, Music, Combat.
Wealth: Sizable.
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Skills:
Strength 
Agility
Cunning
Magic
Endurance:
General
Alchemy
Social:
Animal Handling
Reading & Writing
Predictability:
Willpower:
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