Enrico Ombra

[TheVarulfen]

Name: Enrico Ombra, Dirk, several other nicknames, aliases and fake identities
Race: Human
Age: 24 - although often older looking
Height: 5'7 / 175 cm
Stature: strong but not burly
Class: Rogue
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: black, short, oily and spikey
Alignment: neutral evil

Description:
Enrico has the physique of a laborer, physically strong and capable but not overly burly. His black hair often looks oily and not well taken care off and overall, he makes the impression of a laborer barely hanging on in everyday life. While his apparel can not be called outright ratty, it is obvious that much of his clothing is older, shows signs of clear use and maybe some stiches here and there, meant to repair tears or holes.
Enrico suffers from a severe case of "resting bitch face" that is accentuated by the way his dark hair often looks oily and unwashed as well as the dark rings under his eyes that make him look like he never gets a good night of sleep.
In many cases Enrico prefers to wear a hood, concealing his face. Aside from a light crossbow he doesn't wear any easily recognizable weapons.

Personality:
Enrico hates people. Not a single encounter with others happens without him scoffing and grunting dismissively at the ones he interacts with. He does not make an effort to appear even remotely polite, unless necessary, and he often acts hostile, resorting to swearing and threats to keep people at a distance. That is not to say that he is utterly incapable of interacting or working together with others - he just makes it harder than it would have to be. It takes a long time to earn even a small amount of his trust.
Despite his disregard for social activity Enrico can be quite the businessman when the opportunity arises.

Background: (Contains spoilers, OOC knowledge)
Born in the seedy River District of Athkatla, Enrico spent most of his childhood as a delivery boy and smuggler for the many gangs and "guilds" of the district. A bright kid, he adapted well to the way the criminal underbelly of the city worked and after a while, he found himself smuggling illegal wares - drugs, stolen goods and sometimes maybe even one or the other magical artifact - into places like the Gem District.
A risky, yet very well paid job saw him carrying a single item, a pitch black, round gem half the size of his own fist, to a regular contact in the Gem District, when he found himself pursued by more than just guards. Cornered by magic and blades, Enrico shattered the gem at his feet, plunging the nearby roads and buildings into pitch black darkness before he escaped. Ever since that day, the young man seemed changed, becoming more and more hostile, unhinged and unwilling to trust anyone.

Enemies:
While is no friend of anyone, Enrico harbors a few special grudges against authorities, the rich, wizards, priests and especially necromancers. Despite all this, he is remarkably open minded when it comes to different races, with the exception of very exotic encounters - he doesn't appear to be more friendly to regular humans, elves or orcbloods than he would be to drow.
Specifically, Enrico is unsure about his relationship to his old employers and his connection to Amn's Shadow Thieves.