Tebrin
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A bold, some might say brazen treasure-hunter of questionable origin, Tebrin first found his way to Myrken on the late summer of 206 AR. He has since proven to be rather mercurial: often surly, the man is some odd mix of swagger, cunning, brooding, sly humor, and drunken joviality. Noted for his particular love of scotch and women, but most assuredly NOT crocodiles, the rogue can often be found nursing his addiction whenever he is within the Dagger's premises - and likely whenever he is not.
Even those he considers friends - a disappearingly small list, indeed - know nothing of Tebrin other than his personality and, to some extent, his profession. His origins, his history, his beliefs, his family, and his employment are never spoken of, and rarely does he even deign to discuss personal affairs with others unless they are of the superficial, transient variety. However, he is more than happy to hear about others, driving some to feel him manipulative and untrustworthy. How can one not suspect a man whose surname cannot even be discovered?
Still, Tebrin has a knack for showing up in the right place at the right time to help others, though he never seems thrilled to do so. [Magdelaena, the head of the local vampire menace, has taken a particular disliking to him after a scuffle where he interfered on Maxwell Bishop's behalf, attempting to prevent the Lieutenant's capture. Ultimately Magdaelaena would get her prize, but not without the cost of two of her children to the rogue's tricks. This would not be the only time that Tebrin has found himself aiding prominent figures within Myrken: aside from Maxwell Bishop, the list of those who have benefited from his often inexplicably opportune appearances include Ariane Carnath-Emory, Altias Bromn, Coriolanus Helstone, Agnieszka Of-The-Unspellable-Surname Kaczamerek, and Rebecca Kincaid.
One of those few friends, Rebecca, made a rather astute observation regarding Tebrin's behavior within the Dagger - for whatever reason, he is often found entangled with a female adversary of some sort, in an entirely uneuphemistic way. Aside from Magdaelaena and one of her underlings (whose name I cannot remember, Nessa, please help me out here), the repulsive demon-thing Dark Angel and the decidedly non-repulsive demon-thing Lokelei have made hobbies of harassing the man. Even good friend Braunwyn exchanged a tiff with the man every now and again... and this is to say nothing of the Ariane-impersonating zombie that attacked him.
Whatever the case, Tebrin's motives remain a mystery. While he rarely (if ever) claims to aid out of the goodness of his heart, it is equally rare that he demands or specifies any form of payment. Highly irritated if favors are not reciprocated, it has been left to imnaginative minds to ponder what said reciprocation might entail. Whether it be money, artifacts, or protection, has not yet been discovered - but the man certainly does not seem a good samaritan.
Often found in the company of anyone who will drink alongside him, Braunwyn and Rebecca Kincaid are his two most common companions. Rumors abound regarding the relationships betwixt the trio, particularly given that Tebrin was once seen scuffling with Braunwyn's missing husband-to-have-been Lieutenant Maxwell Bishop, who has since disappeared.
It is important to note that Tebrin loathes crocodiles and all who associate with them.
Description
Standing just over six feet, and weighing around 180 pounds, Tebrin possesses a lean and athletic figure. He dresses simply, in earthen-colored travelling gear consisting of doeskin trousers, soft tunic, on colder evenings a thick vest, and leather boots. About all of this he wraps a forest-green cloak from which he seems to pull an inordinately large variety of things, leading one to wonder whether the cloak really isn't much larger than it appears. Bronzed skin has been colored by the sun throughout his travels, providing a stark contrast to piercingly bright green eyes. Often stubbled along strong jaw and chin, he tends to shave often enough to avoid growing a full beard. The hair that crowns his head receives a bit less attention, allowing the light brown strands to grow long enough to naturally curl before ever bothering to trim. His voice is certainly foreign to Myrken, but easy to understand and to listen to. His speech patterns, on the other hand, are decidedly rough around the edges - un-necessary syllables or vowels are cut out or glazed over as desired, and his vocabulary is typically average. However, when placed in a position to do so, he has been known to display a much more educated style of speech.
For those who can detect such, practically everything Tebrin carries and wears is magical - from his clothing to his small golden pendant to his belt and its pouches. When observed in combat, Tebrin was seen to combine acrobatics and agility with admirable (though certainly not masterful) swordplay and a variety of trinkets and baubles pulled from within the depths of his cloak.
Quotes:
"THERE ARE NO MOTHER-LOVING CROCODILES IN THE NARROW, NEWLY-FORMED WATERHOLE!"(Editorials welcome by other muns, also requesting anyone who thinks they have a suitable pic to offer it up!)
"Gee, you can't imagine how I wish I knew more of planes-travelling crocodiles. I hate you."
"THROW A CHAIR OR SOMETHING!"
"I'm simply spectacular."
"Someday you will learn that I am fantastic. This -I- promise -YOU-.
"Oh, of course. Lord knows I can barely keep my hands off of me. In fact, sometimes, after I've had a bit much to drink, I take advantage of myself. I have to stay relatively sober so that I can effectively fight off the women who attempt to take what is rightfully my hand's."
