Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140815133519/@comment-25038310-20140912182445

" Well, This one always tried not to attract too much attention. J'Zarr was always a sneaky one back in Elsweyr. At the age of 7, his father died and his mother left him and his brother in some damn orphanage. It did not last long though. A few years later we ran away and stole food from open market stalls and pickpocketed people for the small amount of septims they carried. We lived in a small attic of an abandoned building. "

He smirked. "Good old times. "

"But anyways, this went on for quite a while,until we were 16. One day my brother got caught by a mercenary when he tried to pickpocket him. The mercenary was a hotheaded one - and sliced my brother to pieces, right on the damn spot - J'Zarr was terrified, and when guards came they dragged him off towards jail, but that couldn't bring This one's brother back... J'Zarr winded up with a caravan that travelled to Cyrodiil in hope for a better life as an honest trader, but that just wasn't for him. He eventually got to Skyrim, where he was an independent thief for a while. Three years later of unorganized thievery, he travelled to Riften and heard rumors of the Thieves Guild. I was in the busy market, and pickpocketed nearly everyone in the damn place. When this one tried to pickpocket Brynjolf, who happened to be there, he immediately grabbed my hand before it could slip in his pocket - and that's how it happened. He just invited me over. " He grinned.

"Never regretted joining. "