James Chereau
I steal, son, but I don't get caught. That's my contract with society. Now if you can catch me stealing, I'll go to jail. But if you can't, then I've earned the money.
Social Rank: 9
Concept: Unapologetic Ex-Convict
Fealty:
Crownsworn
Family:
Chereau
Gender: male
Marital Status: single
Age: 34
Birthday: 9/12
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Criminal
Height: average height
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: grey
Skintone: swarthy
Description: Long shoulder length straight brown hair that is usually kept in a top bun on his oval shaped head, keeping his clean-shaven face and light grey eyes clear. His white skin is sun kissed to the point it has become rough and leathery fading some of the many tattoos he has over his body. The tattoos in their ambiguity speak about a life of crime, its merits, lost, and ultimately the prison time and place he served in. His shoulders are wide, lean-muscled arms and legs, and an athletic frame.
Personality: He rarely makes a sound, preferring to be a silent observer of his surroundings and as such using his facial expressions to communicate whatever nuance he wishes to expose. When he enters the room he rather not to be seen, being conscious of avoiding the light in the room, watching the entrances, and exits. He struggles with this paranoia, doing his best to be subtle about it.
Background: James never knew his father, he split from his mother shortly after he was born. His mother, Elizabeth grew up in the service of nobles, giving her an access that made her a target for someone like James' father, a con man. His father went by many names and a drifter but he was a character that was hard to forget. A very charming man who made a career of conning nobles and rich commoner until vanishing into the night. Taking his mother's family name, Chereau, James was raised by his mother and the two lived in a very small shack inside the lower boroughs. The silver his mother made was enough to keep them fed and repay a debt Elizabeth's family had accumulated with the local gang that held territory in their neighborhood.
Too busy with working multiple jobs, James' mother was unable to watch after him and so the streets raised him. As he became older, he became more troublesome. Picking fights with beat iron guards and other children. He lost contact with his mother after being picked up by the iron guards the first time, spending a couple weeks with others kids in prison. When he got out, James was taken to the Tragedy and placed under their supervision. As a teenager in the lower borough, he developed skills that made him a person of interest to the local gangs, his lack of identity also made him a perfect recruit. He did work for the various gangs as a thug, a drifter like his father, but he was unable to settle down with any one of them in specific. It did not help that James became an avid dust user, building an addiction to the substance, and was always in and out of prison.
At the start of the Shav campaign, debts were collected and one of those debts were the ones held by Chereau and Thrax. Bounty hunters tracked James to the lower borough, forced him to join their ranks and supplement the troops at the rivers as a sailor. He worked for them and at the end of the campaign, his family's debts were forgiven. With his release documents in hand, James made his way back to Arx. Paying back the debt with a conscription also allowed him to claim a small inheritance of six thousand silvers and property in the city.
Name | Summary |
Asher | A hustler through and through. Always looking for the next score. But a good man nonetheless. |
Merek | %bMerek met James while he was on a patrol to relieve some Guardsmen. He is not sure what to think about the man, he doesn't seem to like Guardsmen, or care much about their job. Still, he doesn't seem the sort that's cruel or aggressive, so Merek is fine with him. |
Thistle | My favorite little addict. 'Cept he's not so little anymore. |