Race: Dwarf
Class: Rogue
Description:
On this day in Gavin's Point, Tuf was prepared for combat and a hasty escape. He wears warm but loose clothing, both to protect him from the cold of the mountains and also to hide a myriad of small items, weapons, and instruments. His hair is tightly tied back in a long braid.

Backstory / RP Sample:

I.
It was the perfect plan.

Things had gotten rough for Tuf. After that near-miss in Gatta two months ago, he'd ended up having to abandon some of his prized finds. They'd seen his face, and now there were bounty hunters on him from Bale to Farbe. It was time to retire, at least for a while--and to do that, he needed one last big score.

II.
He had the perfect team.

He'd done a job with Hawke back in the Dragon's Year, and he'd grown up with Uma on the streets of Farbe. They'd done their first job together--a merchant's safe down by the pier. That job had gone sour, but she had done her part and he had done his. All they needed this time was someone else that they could count on--and Hawke was the man for the job. Hawke was the lockpicker, the long-thinker, the man with the angles. Tuf was the dwarf who could get them in and out.

III.
The execution had been flawless.

They knew that as soon as they had the jewels of the princess of Farbe that there'd be more than just ruffians and the occasional sheriff or bounty hunter on their tail. As soon as word got out, the real deal would be on them.

The theft itself had gone flawlessly. Uma had the timing perfectly; she'd caused the distraction, he'd eased his way in through the kennel all the way up the wall and then through the kitchen's chimney; maneuvered his way to the sewer grate; undone the latch; got Hawke to the door, and there it was: the jewels of Farbe.

IV.
It was the perfect plan for escape.

Of course, they would expect them to go to Bale, to seek ship immediately. That's where Uma's plan came in extra handy.

She'd heard of an abandoned shaft up by Gavin's Point that went all the way through the mountain, that would get them to a small boat where they could take their time in getting away. It would all be so easy.

V.
The hunt was on.

Bounty Hunter Harris nearly had them by Blood-Eye Gulch. Things had gotten hot then; they'd had to drop some smoke bombs, some stunning grenades. They'd ridden their way out on an old mine trolley; landed in the freezing cold river. Now they knew he was on their trail.

VI.
He was betrayed.

"I'm sorry, Tuf. There's only one way that Harris found us that fast--and that's if he was already on you for Gatta." Hawk held a crossbow pointed at Tuf's chest.

"You bastard, Hawke! All this way--we're nearly out of here, and now you turn?" Tuf was furious, but he didn't want to lunge at Hawke and get a bolt in the chest. He needed to keep his poise.

"Let's face it, Tuf. We don't need you." The bolt sailed.

VII.
Things fall apart.

Tuf awoke in a temple. After a quick look around, he figured it was a temple of Pelor.

They'd left him for dead--how long ago? He felt his chest--the cleric had healed him with a blessing from the gods, no doubt, which meant he had no way to tell how long he'd been out, how long they'd left him for dead. If they had thought he was dead, maybe they would have spent some time in Gavin's Point replenishing supplies for the trek through the mountain. Maybe he could still catch them.

That's when he heard sounds coming from the main room. Pulling himself up, he felt around in the relative darkness of the room--it had but a single candle--to find his gear and throw on his clothes. Something was wrong here, but what?

As he peeked out of his room, he saw two clerics of Pelor--wielding morningstars--running toward what he could only guess was the front door. Opening the door further, he turned the corner and looked down into the central hall of the Temple of Pelor--and saw the clerics locked into mortal combat with... with... zombies?

Tuf closed the door, turned around, and gripped his forehead. This was not what he signed up for.