Prophius Lei

Name: Prophius Lei
Age: 22
Race: Wick
Place of Origin: Old Rose Harbor (from his best knowledge)

Backstory:

Prophius was born in Old Rose Harbor but doesn't remember much about it. His father was some high ranked galdori and his mother was human, but to hide their relationship, his father left his mother at the time of his birth. This was due to the fact that they were having a galdori/human affair. Though somewhat rare, Prophius' father didn't want it to ruin his social status. Thus, leaving the family was his most 'logical' plan.

During the last weeks of her pregnancy, Prophius' mother got very sick and died as he was born. His grandfather then stood in and took Prophius in as his own. Though he tended to be mentally unstable. Forgetting what he was talking about and blabbering on about insubstantial things in any conversation was common for him. So when it came to learning anything, Prophius was most certainly on his own. He mostly confided in his friends in a nearby Wick tribe named the Laughing Sky. It became like a school and safe haven for him to run to when they came to town, and he always enjoyed the company of his returning friends. He learned to read and write, this being a good help from the great stories of Elder Hale. He sparred almost daily with his friends, and though this wasn't 'formal' training in battle, he still got fairly good at brawling and participated in almost any fighting tournament that came around. And he could never pass up the stew that Durg Maxine cooked. It became like a home that would come around like a birthday, and he would eagerly wait for it.

In time, his grandfather passed and he found belonging in the Laughing Sky tribe. since then he has traveled with the tribe and made his living as a few different things. He has a cart, but it's small enough to drag along on his own (He simply attaches it to his belt from two long poles that extend from the main build from the cart). He sells odd-and-end things out of it. Things he steals from towns they stop in or he finds along their travels. He also reads palms and hustles people with card games in a small set up he makes out of some wooden poles and drapery in the back of his cart.

Personality:

Prophius is fairly laid back and suave. He doesn't like playing the part of the bad guy, and even thievery isn't his strong suit. He only does it to survive, and probably gives back more than he actually takes (Considering he has a soft spot for pretty women and small children, he gives them deals on his merchandise and even things for free at times). He's also quite the maguiver, he whittles his own handles for tools while traveling with the caravan so he can fix his cart, and has made some money off his comrades from either selling his tools or right out fixing their cart himself. But other than his close friends, Prophius spends his time on his own. Other males don't much impress him, but he will try gingerly to get the attention of the opposite sex, and has a bit of a soft spot for children. He will go out of his way to help a child in need, especially if they're crying or seem like they're in distress.

Physical Description:

Prophius isn't buff looking in any way, though he is strong. He looks somewhat slender and wears clothes that are a bit too large. He has lightly tanned skin and has one continuous tattoo that covers his entire right arm, part of his neck and torso, then crosses over to cover his entire left leg. The tattoo varies in tribal style images that Prophius sees as sentimental to moments in his life, and he adds to the tattoo as he sees fit. Prophius keeps his hair shoulder length and somewhat messy, partially because he never cares to brush or keep it neat. The base color is an Ocean Blue and the highlights are a lighter Sky Blue. He does commonly wear a hat of some kind (mostly bucket style caps). To get more specific about clothes, Prophius likes things baggy with a lot of pockets. Colors don't matter too much, as long as he doesn't stick out too much in a crowd. As for shoes, he absolutely hates boots. The lighter and more casual, the better, especially for his thievery jobs; he doesn't want to be clunking around someone's house, more so while they're asleep!

Inventory:

Weapons:

Prophius has a handmade dagger that he considers one of his prized possessions. It's about thirteen inches long and four inches wide. It weighs approximately three and a half pounds (which is relatively light) and is easy for him to throw at a target, though he hasn't quite mastered his technique yet. He is best at hand-to-hand combat with this and his sabre.
He also has his sabre, which is a bit longer (about two and a half feet) than his dagger, and was haggled from a street merchant in Old Rose Harbor on one of his return trips. For all the interested readers out there, Prophius traded the merchant all the money he had (3 shills), a set of cookware, two candles with no wicks, and his left shoe (the merchant insisted his right one was just too filthy).
Prophius has a pistol, but only keeps it on his cart in case of a real emergency. He likes to think he can defend himself well enough with his blades, plus, with the price of bullets, he really can't afford to fire the damn thing.

Stuff:

What Prophius doesn't keep on his cart he keeps in his messenger bag that most always lays rested over his right shoulder. This consists of his Spoke's Almanac, a few random snacks (for quick eating on the go), a deck of playing cards and tarot cards, and whatever pocket change he happens to have on him at the time. On the underside of his bag is a small secret pouch that he keeps the keys to his cart in.
He keeps most of his belongings locked up in his cart. They mostly consist of things that he's stolen or picked up to sell for profit, his whole set up for hustling people in towns with his card tricks and palm reading, survival supplies (food, sleeping gear, clothing, etc, etc), and random tools that he uses to fix his cart or make other tools.

Career

Handyman, Entertainer, and Cart owner

Prophius has an acute knack for pick-pocketing and thievery, but honestly would rather not do it. It's kind of forced on him when he can't make a living doing anything else, and he does try other jobs, it's just hard to get work when you're constantly on the move.
He can also 'rig up' almost anything for a quick fix. It won't permanently hold up, but it'll get the job done until a permanent fix can be put in place. This has made him useful in the caravan, but also stuck him out due to the fact that he likes to stay to himself a lot.

Goals

Prophius has always been somewhat of a drifter, so goals kind of stay in the back of his mind when it comes to long term. He loves the lady-folk, so short term goals, especially when the caravan stops in town, always consist of spending time with the available females in town (is that a goal?). Prophius has thought about getting a larger cart, but then he'd have to get something to haul it around with, which would lead to him having to feed it, and name it, and grow attached to it, which all sums up to spending money on it; something Prophius can't really afford to do, so he hauls his cart around on his own (plus it's a good work out). His only true goal that stays with him all the time is to make a steady income to support his survival. He does that in any way possible, and even tries to help his comrades along the way.