Rennie Tombs [cropper lad, firebrand, tattooist]

CHARACTER NAME: Rennie Tombs.
ALIAS: Rennie, Renard (some assume), or variation thereof. The Gray Man. The-man-with-no-name-but-gives-chocolate.
RACE: Human (Mage)
GENDER: Male
PROFESSION: Tattooist
APPARENT AGE: mid 30's
HAIR: Dark
SKIN: Fair
LOOKS:





APPEARANCE:

Here is the cropper lad with ink on the back of his hands, and fire in the blood. Here stands the stag, crowned in horns ready to gore, as his neck is laid ripe for the hunt. Punk with eyes the color of a glacier when sun mottles through it. For those that judge by clothes, his are second hand, perforated like the night sky is with patches sewn into beaten jacket with needle and thread, these very patches sporting bands whose age these days bleeds through stage makeup. He is not often seen without something rolled by hand. If the hem of coat sleeve happens to draw back, tattoo ink crawls in an arrangement of glyphs from bird wrists up. Forearms are knotted, knowing the handling of tools.

His hair is dark, though gray has taken root in long strands with his keeping it unmanaged. Not in the habit of shaving, his jaw is clothed in pepper stubble or otherwise sports a grizzled beard. Despite his downtrodden looks, his speech is punctuated by the hallmarks of having a formal education; there's a lilt to his enunciation one associates with the moor and rolling high country to the north.

A longstanding respiratory illness afflicts him with coughing fits, thus the smoking.


PERSONALITY:

• Acerbic
• Conniving
• Clever
• Provocative
• Liar

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BELIEFS/PHILOSOPHY:

Not one to speak of religion or his beliefs unless it suits, he is by nature a cruel pragmatist. His upbringing and his observations of the world informs his view.


CHILDHOOD:

The story he tells is that he is the son of an itinerant tomb carver, originally from England. He learned this trade from his father, as well as the family version of glyph magic he practices, from him.






RUMORS:

It was spied, one time when he paid one time for a pint, he accidentally handed over a wad Canadian dollars.

At present, on the hunt for someone in particular. Or some thing.

Among the surly and loutish, his ink work is known of and can be executed for a price.





STRENGTHS:

He lies, oh he lies, to the point he lacks the tells for it. He is a keen observer of people. When faced with a threat, his improvisation is clutch. If he has time, he shines as a careful planner for the long con.

Training due to his trade has honed his visual acuity of distance and space. He is a good judge of these. He appreciates art, whether it is a mural, graffiti or drawings.

Those who are highly sensitive to peoples' auras or magic find him uncouth; lacking in the well of talent. They read him as little more than a brute both in practice and knowledge of the arcane.

While the first carries truth, the second does not.

Rennie is fond of coin tricks, sometimes he performs these to street children or adults; pickpockets are forewarned.

He knows the knife's edge best; fighting is done quick, with as little energy wasted.





WEAKNESSES:

His lying keeps him insular, isolated even in the company of others-- those who number him a friend find he is caustic in his honesty. Illness has eroded his constitution. His rest at night is fitful, and often he has to function on little sleep.
Smoking is an addiction. While not an alcoholic, he likes his pints.


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