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Tarot "Redhand" Downsailer
Profession - Rogue (eventually multiclassing into Bard, Shadow Dancer etc.)
Character - Chaotic Neutral
Tarot was said to be blessed from the moment he was born into small gypsy family. It looked as if he was looked after by the goddess of luck, <name taken from setting> herself. His birth, to be more precise - conception, was prophesied by famous Downsailer seer by a means of semi-magical card deck and thus his name was picked. Tarot that is, certainly not "Prophecy" or "Seer", which would be plain silly.
Alas Lady of Luck is a fickle mistress (aren't all goddesses?, hey, ouch, let me finish the story) and she put, but one bump, in his red carpet-clad path. Tarot was a terrible case of kleptomania. Basically everything was disappearing around him, no matter how expensive or not it was. Most of the stuff was returned to owners after a while, when he got bored of them, but when the family home-boats left the harbor there usually was no time left to return the item. Tarot was generally good at it and lucky enough to not get caught. The gypsies always had a reputation of thieves, so he did not do much damage to their reputation.
All hell broke lose, when his parents had to dock near an abandoned temple and he decided to stroll around while they did the repairs cause he was such a good son. There were so many interesting items to borrow from the shore! To cut the long story short, he found a temple of a god that did not fancy lending out stuff. For the first time the <goddess name> could not do anything for her pet. The curse bestowed upon Tarot by the angry god would make Tarot's hand or hands red, whenever he attempted to do something unlawful. In extreme cases it would light up like an ember when he was trying to pickpocket some fellow. His carrier as a thief was cut short, but his kleptomania did not cease and never will.
His parents died of old age, while he kept being young and ever more foolish in his endeavors. Soon he discovered that while his curse made his life more difficult, it also made it impossible for him to get killed. Was it the Lady of Luck doing or the temple god, he did not know. When he met other Fools he discovered how to use his curse with synergy with others. He simply went up to the most strong enemy, try to steal from him and if he failed he would be the one to be attacked, while his friends sneaked past. Most hilariously all deadly blows against him (and most were such, due to both his lean figure and his choice of opponents) were missing his vital organs in most improbable ways. Often the hit would somehow strike back the attacker.
He once suggested to make the company's motto "Live by the sword, die by the sword", bit others did not appreciate the irony.
and here I should be writing my thesis instead..
All of indented text is now 507 words and I hope it does not feel too forced. Most certainly it is not the best piece of literature..
