I, am Thomas and I was given this name from my grandfather. After my childhood ended, I took a chance as a merchant to understand trade and wealth, as money fuels empires. It buys food, equips and pays soldiers, and allows the realm to prosper.
I was born a Half-elf because my mother was a former elf maiden, the last of her village after an orc raid left her alone. She was discovered by my father, and they married soon after.
I stand 6 feet, 6 inches tall with a fit body. I have brown hair with small black eyes. My white skin and a fair appearance in general makes me mostly unnoticeable.
I see myself as one who follows the wealth, as well as one who understands the working of the world through the trade that flows through it. I want to become the most powerful man in the realm by first starting a trade in merchant-work or doing business. I generally view alliances as a way to advance.
I intend to gain power through the wealth and actions taken in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. It should be known that anything is possible, as long as the rule of law, justice and order are followed. With perhaps a bit of profit to the side. After all, money is power.
"The proper season is when the weather is very dry; the special days are those when the moon is in the constellations of the Sieve, the Wall, the Wing or the Cross-bar; for these four are all days of rising wind." -- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
An oddly eccentric fellow, Robylt was an old friend of my father, and he was a constant presence in your life. He taught me everything I needed to know about trade, politics and how to be a good man in a world where there are few heroes.
Robylt was always there with a jape, a queer story of his life, or words of wisdom that were helpful, mostly anyways.
While it may be true that he wore odd clothes, drank far too often for my liking, and had opinions about powerful men that were a bit… interesting, to say the least, there would be no other man who had more of an influence in my life than him.
Richyrt the Fighter joins the Adventure Party of Thomas
A hardy-looking fellow, tall and strong, but not particularly smart. Black eyes, brown hair, tanned skin and a small scar near the nose that shows a possibility of previous combat wounds. Well armed, but not particularly skilled-looking. Enough for my purposes, I suppose.
Jayne the Fighter joins the Adventure Party of Thomas
Well dressed, and rather modestly so. Appropriate for a warrior, though not too many heads will be turned. Matters not, for she is built well for her position, though not too particularly muscly compared to the Barbarian women you have seen before.