Name: ‘Rez Trebax’
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair Color: Chestnut
Eye Color: Hazel
Personality: Headstrong and quick-tempered, Rez Trebax acts first and thinks later, if at all. Fortunately, he’s equally swift with his feet, his tongue, and a good blade. While his wit and charisma make him a born leader, his sloth and arrogance have turned him into a perpetual layabout.
History: Born to parents whose names have been forgotten, under a wandering star no cleric cared to mark, the Imperial who would one day become Rez Trebax was never given a name. Like most things in his life, he took one for himself. Taking was easy. Taking was being alive. When finally he took too much, he found himself imprisoned and bound for the Arena, along with the Minotaur who would become his brother. Making their escape, the two became fast friends and loyal companions, roaming the land and sea on a whim, living on no terms but their own, and liking it that way.
Skills: Cunning and inventive, Rez boasts an Imperial affinity for enterprise coupled with a criminal’s opportunistic streak. He lies with the best, cheats with the best, and always has a backup plan should both of those options fail to get him out of a tight spot. More often than not, that plan involves hurling a knife into someone or something’s eye, a talent he’s honed to a fine edge.
Equipment: Black trousers and a dirty white shirt covered more often than not by shoddy brownish leather boots and armor. At his hip he carries a pair of knives, his purse, and a skin for water. Anything else is picked up and discarded as needed.