Description
Tall, slim and nimble. Gracefull movements, dark silky voice. Red hue skin tone, black eyes and hair with a hint of blood red. Slim tail mostly kept hidden, thin horns curling backwards along the skull and hidden under the hair. Always in a well kept suit of leather armor worn under a black, hooded cloak. Dark grey pants, dark blue shirt.
A short sword carried at the hip, a dagger hidden and strapped to the chest, a second dagger hidden and strapped to a boot. Carrying a short bow and a set of arrows, and an easy to roll up backpack. Small puches attached to a belt and hidden under the cloak contains a variety of lock picks and other nice to have thieving tools.
Personal trait
I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me.
Ideals
Freedom. Chains are ment to be broken, as are those who would forge them.
Flaw
Stand in my way, and you won't stay standing for long.
My name
I don't know my given name, and I don't care. The monks gave me the name Thomás, and I hated it. No one but the monks know it. Yawa is the name of a devil in an ancient folk tale I once heard. When I fled I took the name as my own, feeling a sense of connection to it given all I was told about myself.
History
I was outcast as a child when I started showing signs of tiefling heritage. Taken in by monks, taught that I was a devil child destined to return return to hell when I die. At the monastery school I was set to do all the chores but given no training or teaching. The only one treated me with some dignity was the head master, who taught me to read and write.
I kept mosty to my self at the monastery, lived in the basement or with the animals. When the head master was killed and his holy symbol stolen by thieves, I was blamed, and so I fled the monastery the following night. At the base of a large tumblestone on a small hill netar the monastery, I swore to get the holy symbol back and return it to the head masters grave.
My only link to my past betyond the monastery is a silver icon with a raven symbol carried around my neck. It was probably given to me as an offering to the Raven Queen to offer me passage to the realm of the dead rather than to hell where I was believed to belong.
I came to Rulsambar at the age of 14. I soon found I had a knack for shady business, and stole my way through for about a few years before getting involved in the black business. It came naturally to me and I had no qualms about doing the jobs. My eigth job brought me to Almohada to complete the life of a cheating husband and runaway father whos children had died. I was caught soon after entering the city and thrown in the dungeon for being a devil. After several months I managed to escape, finish the job on the man now doing business as an allways half-drunk shoe maker, and return to Rulsambar.
At the age of 23 I am now a fairly skilled assassin with a small room of my own under the beams in the attic above a closed herbalists shop.
I have recently finished a job on a merchant in a small coastal town to the east. I suspect the merchants body guard might have spotted me, so I have decided to stay out of sight for awhile. On the boat returning to the city I have met two adventures hunting dragons to the south. My sword could be usefull, I get a share in the loot, and I have something to do out of town for a while. After picking up the rest of my payment I will travel with them.
Fighting style
I prefer to sneak up on my targets, distract them with a cantrip, and cut their throats or run a sword through them from behind. At range I am skilled with the short bow, but I do not trust my skill to kill a named target - someone I have been payed to end. If facing a fight I will draw both sword and dagger, and fight as dirty as need be. I will run from a fight I cannot win, but I won't leave friends behind. Not that I have been in a fight with friends on my side very often. Who knows, maybe it is something I can get used to.
Downtime activity
In the remains of the herbalist shop where I live, I have recovered the necessary tools for making poisons along with a book containing a few recipies. When not out on a job or out foraging easy targets in the city, I spend my time making poisons and tending to my gear. I am also known to have a few drinks in a dark corner of various shady taverns, or preferably on roof tops under a stary sky overlooking the city.
Connections
I know and is known among a few of the shady dealers around Rulsambar as a capable knife and a decent rate. T'Zul, a limping former mercenary now doing business as a trader of weapons, armor, tools and various handy items, act as a freelance contact between problem keepers and problem solvers. He knows a lot about who is who and what is what in the city. And since an incident and a trade of sorts when I was quite new to the city, we have had an understanding. He sends some business my way, and I send some items, surplus information and the odd spare coin to him.