Thamien Vokenson

You were born to a human mother and elven father. Your father left early, you don’t really remember him, but you do have his name (Glorandol), as well as his pointed ears and bright eyes. Your mother moved back to Everstaadt with you in tow. She found an older man to care for her and you. His name was Voken, and he loved you like a son. Your mother and he died very close together in your teenage years and left to find a better life, bearing Vokenson as your surname. Being a half-elf isn’t easy, as it usually carries the baggage of being associated with the Almarians by most humans you interact with. Many ignorant folk actually assume you’re a full-blooded elf. However, your charm and good looks, as well as your willingness to buy drinks, has often made people forget the pointy ears. The very few elves you’ve ever interacted with want nothing to do with you, being seen as a sort of anathema. It seems like the entire world is at war, but you’ve had quite a good time of it. The increased chaos caused by travelers boxes well for a thief. Refugees, merchants, even soldiers, can be an easy score given the right circumstances. You’ve yet to make it big, though, to land that one huge heist to make you rich.