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Profile: Knowlege Seek Petty, A Simple Rogue....

Name: Petty
Birth name: Jeggred Zaknafein
Sex: Male
Age: 45 (Born 15th of Winter Cloak year 145)
Species: Unknown combination of elf species, appears Drow (Dark Elf)
Profession: Assassin, Spy and Researcher
Class: Thief
Guild: Rogues
Skin tone: Jet Black
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Snow White
Weapon of choice: Twin blackened concealed blades (sheathed in wrist sheaths)
Affiliations: Shadow Vein, Rebekh Crepusculum aliger
Stories:
Misc: Brand on the back of left leg
     
Personal description:
Born as a slave, to be a slave, from a slave. Petty was born nameless in the slave pens of Byron, in the land of Kreemorean and branded with their mark on the back of his left leg. A production of selective breeding of many elf species to produce a offspring of highly contrasting traits, dark skin, light hair and blue eyes, strong but not too tall. Petty's first years of life were of surprising peace as a slave to a kind hearted by the name of Zaknafein who's name later a young Petty adopted as a surname and was named Jeggred by the other slaves. Working with other slaves to bring comfort to Lord Zaknafein. Jeggred was quickly settled into this large group of slaves and grew up considering them family, too young to know the truth that he was born to do. Lord Zaknafein though a kind hearted man had one vice, that was gambling! After a night of cards with a few wardens of a gaol in Moorgate, Lord Zaknafein had ran up heavy loses, unable to pay the wardens took about looking for other means of repayment. Unfortunately for a young Jeggred who had decided on that moment to say his hello to the wardens, it was decided upon that he would be the payment for the Lord's debts. Torn from the family he knew, Jaggred was brought to Moorgate with the wardens and almost immediately was set to work as a slave, ordered to do tasks, perform 'tricks' for the masters, and taunted with names such as Petty creature and Petty slave. Time pasted and Jeggred life became one of humiliation after humiliation and pain. With the constant feel of lose of his family and the regular beating from his 'masters'. Jeggred was forced to call himself what his mastered felt like and after a while Jeggred adopted the name Petty, losing hope to ever meet anyone who knew where his true name came from and know him by it. Time went on and Petty carried on serving his masters with silence and obediently, but secretively he was waiting for a chance to escape, he feared the wardens, but hated them with his heart, the hate grew and grew, but Petty had no weapons to defeat them with. Till one day, collecting moss, dirt and other items, which grew in his 'bed'. Petty mixed them together, certain that they could be poisonous to anyone who would eat them, Petty slipped the contains into the ale of one of his masters as the other were out and waited. The poison didn't have the desired effect of which Petty had hoped for, but it did present a chance of escape for Petty, as the poison took effect, the warden had more and more regular visitations to the out house, each one grew longer and longer. Petty plucked up the courage and ran from the dreaded place, and never turned back. His history just a distant feeling of warmth and comfort, Petty roamed the streets of Moorgate, unsure of directions but knowing that he would need to find a place to hide from the wardens, and maybe oneday find his family, where ever they are. Petty didn't need to search hard for a place, he found a place where people of his situation could hide and train and live! his place was the Rogue's guild of Moorgate. Staying only a short while, Petty found a vacant place to 'live' and there he remained away from the world to find, in hope of being safe from harm, like what he could barely remember of his family..