Rumore

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Name Rumore
Called The Masque
Age 126 years
Gender Male
Race Altmer [High Elf]
Role Bard | Assassin
Alignment Lawful Evil
Theme [TBD]

The estranged son of a once wealthy merchant family, trying to attain wealth of his own using any means possible.


Likes

  • Cheap Wine
  • Quiet Company
  • Ocean Air
  • Fine Blades

Dislikes

  • Sweet Mead
  • Rowdy Patrons
  • Mangy Mutts
  • His Parents

History

Rumore was born into a wealthy merchant family, one that was a financial cornerstone of the city that they lived in for nearly 600 years. Their generous donations kept the town in a state where business was booming. The young elf grew up spoiled rotten, not only by his family-- but by their wealthy neighbors as well. Their family's inner circle was tight knit, almost as if they were their own merchants guild. As far as Rumore knew at that age, his family sold gorgeous glittering jewelery all over Tamriel.

He didn't know that there was much, much more behind their fortune.

"It's time you learned the truth..."

It wasn't until he was considered a teenager until it all came crumbling apart. His parents had been relying on the labor of children and the poor to harvest and create the goods that they sold. It wouldn't be so bad if they paid well, but they didn't. Once that came to light, word of mouth spread and their glittering empire crumbled. Relationships strained, and Rumore was to be killed for selling them out. So he stole what he could and faded into the night, gifted a gear pack from his mother as she let him sneak away.

"I heard a Rumor... There's this bard-"

It was then that, he began using his musical prowess to make a name for himself. Rumore travelled all over the continent, enjoying the sights, singing merrily into the night with strangers that knew nothing of his past. And this continued into his young adulthood. Tips didn't pay for food though,and his skewed moral compass... Told him what he should do. When he wasn't playing a jaunty tune at the taverns and inns across Tamriel, he began his work as a killer for hire, when he was mistaken for someone else one night and was solicited for a job. He took it, and he did the job swiftly. It wasn't often that people asked that of him, but it was something he had a surprising talent for. And that's how his life will continue, traveling, drinking, executing. Its a job for him, and thankfully it pays well and keeps him afloat so he doesn't have to play at anything more drastic. Message #shit

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