Race: Zamorian
Age: 23
Weight: 175lbs
Height: 5'6
Gender Identity: Male
Brief Role-Play Backstory: Kasim was born in Zamora, the great "City of thieves". Knowing no parents learned for himself how to survive on the streets, although he never could quite get the hang of it. Being Sub par at steeling proved nearly impossible to survive in a place where stealing proficiency was above literacy skills. Once he reached the age of 17 the brief scraps he was able to bring in could no longer support him. So he left. After spending a few years drifting, scavenging, and stealing, which was a bit easier when no one is expecting it, he made a terrible mistake. He saw a man dressed in the finest garb with the thickest, most tantalizing coin purse imaginable. Kasim saw this "merchant", and smiled, believing full well that with this money he could live a good while in leisure and relaxation… so he went for it. The very moment his hand touched the coin purse and arrow pierced his leg. This man who Kasim thought was just a wealthy merchant was actually a high ranking noble, one who always had a shadow. He turned and looked at Kasim, he smiled deeply, grabbing his chin as to force eye contact... "Your throat is not worthy of a blade... I have a better idea for you." and like that he was starved and crucified in the middle of a foreign land... a land of Exiles.Statistics: Posted by Flounder — Mon Jul 16, 2018 4:02 pm
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