You grew up seeing how easily the scales of justice tip toward the wealthy and powerful. The hungry are punished for stealing bread, while nobles gorge themselves behind gilded walls. Somewhere along the way, you decided that if no one else would even the odds, you would.
You learned to move unseen — to take from those who abuse their power and give to those who have nothing. Some call you a thief. Others call you a savior. You don’t bother correcting either. To you, titles mean little; only actions matter.
Whether you work alone or with a small band of trusted allies, your life exists in the shadow between criminal and hero. You’ve become a ghost in the alleys, a rumor whispered over tavern tables, a symbol that hope and rebellion can’t be killed so easily.
Every coin you lift and every corrupt merchant you expose is a reminder: the law is not always justice. You serve a higher cause — one that doesn’t wear a crown or command soldiers, but beats in the hearts of those you protect.
You have earned the trust of the downtrodden and the wary respect of common folk. Ordinary citizens will offer you shelter, food, or information, provided your true identity remains hidden. Guards and officials in poorer districts might “look the other way” when it comes to your activities, though they’ll never risk their jobs to protect you outright.
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