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Ferilor

Ferilor

Name Ferilor
Occupation
Currently, undetermined
Age
Young
Race
Man
Residence
Wanderer - either in Bree or out gallivanting the lands.
Kinship
The House of Midnight
Outward Appearance

Ferilor might look young and slightly inexperienced but the look and facial expression says that he's been through a lot more.

His eyes seems to view the world with a newfound curiosity yet something lingers within them, as if he walks with heavy burdens he cannot shake.
His goatee is usually well managed but there are times where it looks like it's not been looked after, which usually indicates he's been away for a longer period of time.
His hair doesn't look like it's cut by anyone with a pair of scissors still it's kept managably short.

His body doesn't boast of much muscularity but he looks fit, almost as if he's been running a majority of his life.
As he walks he adapts and mimics other people's style of walking to try blending in, very subtly over a period of time.

Background

Ferilor was found on the street in the 2nd ring of Minas Tirith, close to getting crushed under the hooves of the city guard.
A woman working in a brothel nearby managed to save Ferilor in the nick of time and not knowing what to do with the toddler, she brougt him with her.
The women in the brothel took turns in caring for him with the needs of warmth, food and some cuddling. When he got older the women sat down and collectively decided upon a name: Ferilor.

It didn't take long until he caught the eye of a local guildleader of thieves, assassins, thugs, pickpockets and occasional beggars.
Ferilor was swiftly initiated into the guild with the basic pickpocket training, then to thief. He picked up the skills surprisingly quick and never seemed to get caught.
Then disaster struck. Ferilor had contracted some kind of disease and infection, making his throat swell up, threatening his life.
The leader decided to bring Ferilor to the guild doctor and Ferilor was saved, but at the cost of severely damaging the vocalcords which cost Ferilor his voice.
During the period of recovery, the leader had thought out a new use of Ferilor.
 
Ferilors training continued as normal and got more intense as he was prepared for assassination training.
Between the training sessions he was made to run errands, delivering messages and packages or picking them up through a clever structure making Ferilor the runner with no real information of whom it was from or to whom it would be. He only knew where to pick up and where to drop off.
As he got older the messages were to be delivered longer distances and on time as they began to have a sense of urgency and priority.
Then the day came where such an important message was to deliver that the leader could not risk Ferilor to "magically" regain his voice, and Ferilor's tounge was forcibly removed.
 
Ferilor was left vengeful and cunningly, despite his disadvantages of not being able to speak, 
read or write, thought out a plan that would be the end of the guild.
Ferilors plan took years to plan before he found a viable solution and when the time was ripe, he set things in motion.
As luck had it, the plan worked and the guild was utterly destroyed and with the extra benefit of bringing another criminal element down with it.
The worst part about his scheme was that it backfired at several point, leaving Ferilor forced
to leave Minas Tirith and Gondor behind alltogether, never to return.
 
He set out on a jurney that would ultimately put him in debt of both gratitude and of debt enforced upon him when he was kidnapped and brought to Bree-land.
The life he once fled from, had caught him again and this time his debt would have to be paid before he could leave alive.
 
Should you want the full story, it will be found as a journal at earliest convenience with the mark of "Background"
Friends
none
Relatives
Unknown
Rivals/Enemies
none
Loves
Grand vistas of nature, peace and quiet.
Hates
Being unfairly treated. His former guild and "employer".
Motivation
Survival... for now.
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