You don't remember your family or home, if you even had one. All you remember is the organization. A large organization of criminals that call themselves Rogue took you in when you were young and taught you everything. Rogue became your home and the members were your family but there was still something you were missing. You couldn't put your finger on it u til your first solo mission. When you were sent to kill a mother you realized that that was what you wanted, a true family. The organization could never be that because, although they treated you like one of their own, they didn't understand what you needed. You were only a child yet they treated you like an adult and pitied you.
- Skill Proficiencies: Stealth, slight of hand, survival, intimidation, deception
- Tool Proficiencies: Thieves tools, forgery kit, poisoner's kit, disguise kit
- Languages: Common, undercommon
Your path has been set and there is no turning back now that you've come this far. Most people who look at you fear you, though some respect you by the hardened look in your eyes. Everyone can see that you've been through some things. Whether horrible or mildly uncomfortable, you have trama and it shows in your eyes. Some people will give you a place to stay and food to eat if you come off on the right hook while others do it out of terror. Use this to your advantage because if you don't, why wouldn't you.
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