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Name: Traell Harleis
Homeland: Gondor
Description: Traell is a relatively short fellow with blood-red hair just past his shoulders, and sparkling, playful green eyes. He tends to clothe in shades of a light navy or even white, a startling contrast to his hair-color. His pointed features generally bear a lightly amused smile, as if he'd just heard or seen something funny. He is usually a comedian himself; maybe the joke's just rattling in his head.
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Race: Human
Weapons/powers/skills (optional): Traell is a professional street-rat and a small-time thief. Generally, he just roams the streets making, finding, solving, watching, or imagining trouble, as he has never had the need to make himself a real thief. He carries two small daggers, but his actual "fighting" is generally spontaneous, using traps, his hands and feet, and whatever kind of nasty trick is readily available.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks: Traell often has a hard time taking things seriously. Also, he usually tries to find an inventive cure for a simple problem. Finally, his short and lean figure often make him easy prey for other, less benign entities on the street.

History: Traell was born in the house of his father, a brilliant mechanic. His mother made bread for a living... until his father was murdered. At least, that's the theory. He was busy inventing something for a known criminal before mysteriously disappearing. His father never returned, and his mother took care of him and his sister until the stress wore her out. Now, seventeen and feeling invincible as teenagers will, they have seperated for the time being to find their own ways in the world. Laell has gone to making bread, and Traell to roaming the streets.
Sample post (needs to be 2-3 paragraphs): Traell leapt from rooftop to rooftop as lightly as a cat, watching his prey below. The man on the street was heavy-set, but he could run for hours, it seemed. Still, Traell kept right up with him. He had to go into a building sooner or later. Eventually, he did. Traell hung lightly from the eaves, looking into a window, watching the shadows move inside, listening carefully.

He saw the man draw the cat-figure out from beneath his shirt, and listened for a moment. Names were mentioned, and Traell's head went up, grinning. So, it was all true. Now to find out where the others were...