I am Rylo the rogue. At the age of sixteen, I have reached manhood. I was born a human as a result of both of my parents. I stand 5 foot 10 inches, with a stocky frame. My dreads black as night compliment my bronze skin well in the rays of the sun. I see myself training to follow the thieves guild, but would love to learn magic if thy soul allows it.
I, Rylo the Rogue, after much toil and perseverance have finally been able to obtain a wooden abode to call my own.
A Sentimental Value: Flail
I would never forget the face of thy father or mother. I need no portraits to remember them by, a weapon seemed like the most likely thing to find use in my future adventures. I regret not being able to grab my ring.
Twin the Soldier heard of my travels when I first entered the town. It was a bit later in the night when he had a smoking session after leaving the tavern, Twin took me under his wing. Rylo trusts that Twin knows what he is talking about when it comes to the town.
A Bully died due to my unique combat skills.
Rylo the Rogue Lives! I, Rylo, have died but am alive again! I was surprised when for the 1st resurrection. Maybe it is part of adventure of life. With end in view in mind things must changeth.
A Dog Rat died due to my unique combat skills.
I, Rylo the Rogue, was attacked by a Bat Swarm and was victorious in combat.