Jojofinder; The Counterparty
A young half-elf with blonde and brown hair and bluish eyes. He dresses in nice-ish clothing fitting for a middle-class man, with a cloak of shifting blues and grays.
Imral is a tall, thin half-elf, sporting short, scruffy blonde hair that he pays little attention to, combing it down with his hand in the morning before leaving. Behind the pale blonde hair rest two deep, chasm-like grey-blue eyes that carefully study his surroundings, analyzing and critiquing everything that comes into sight. His ears are longer than the average human’s and low, poking out from the shaggy hair like pale pink mountains. His voice is quiet and soft, and he constantly wets his lips as they dry, pursing them whenever confronted with a problem or an equation. The left side of his body is covered in tiny cuts and spots like stars, the aftermath of an explosion in his youth.
Having come into ownership of sleeves that can change his clothing’s appearance, Imral’s clothing can often span a variety of colors: he is most fond of blues and grays, which match the shade-shifting dark blue magical cloak that he wears. He dresses most often in semi-baggy clothing secured by belts and ropes, in which he hides his knives and small items.
He now has several scars across his chest and gut, as well as along his back. Both are from being mauled by large cats.
Imral is quiet, but personable. He tries to look out for himself first, but he can often get caught up helping others. He has a low opinion of non-elves, but keeps to himself about it.
Having moved to Lu Tsiang, Imral has left behind several people less than pleased with him. The foremost in Imral’s mind of his solidly-identified, long-term enemies, are the men he fled his home country from, the Thieves’ Guilds of Remar. His relationship with their internecine politics is a bloody, messy affair, one that he is glad to be far from.
In Lu Tsiang, Imral’s greatest foe is naught but a phantom.
Imral is not one to leave an enemy defeated breathing, and as such, his list of enemies is most likely low (that he knows of, anyways). His list of Rivals, however, begin with the bard Verilio, an ex-ally of Imral’s: a field of sharp barbs and rocky ground yields little gain, an apt metaphor for their relationship. Having left the Bard and his new friend’s company, Imral does not devote much thought to the man they left behind: However, he still nurses a grudge for the denigration and insults he bore for the bard’s enjoyment.
Imral’s second greatest rival, and arguably his favorite, is the Wizard and Merchant Tsiang Basan. Once the party’s employer and contact, Basan has no love for Imral: In fact, he probably has more than a fair share of annoyance and hatred for the waifish thief. A constant teasing and back-and-forth between the pair has left Basan with a more-than-itchy trigger finger, leaving Imral’s only defense the man’s young daughter, who has taken a small shine to the rogue.
Imral has garnered much ire from the more lawful-leaning members of Lu Tsiang: he often sasses the Prefects and officers he’s come across, namely Li-Shia of (Jojo pls naem pls) and now Sharn of Duen. His largest rival of these officers, however, is Batu Khartas, a member of the lawkeepers, and the closest to Basan in how much he has been tormented by Imral.
In contrast to his enemies, Imral does not kill his allies, and thus seems to have more of them walking around.
The Tsiang Family and Imral have a mixed relationship, depending on whom you ask. If you ask the brothers, you will probably hear insults from one, and perhaps praise from the other. Imral thinks very highly of Bharo, and despite the treatment he’s recived from Basan, he’s a fan of the old Wizard. His teasing is now less about making him mad, and just riling up the old man. Imral thinks Wafan is kind, and would love to listen to stories, but he’s sure that she’s more fond of keeping her husband calm than telling him about the history and master thiefs of the land.
As for the daughter, Rashai, Imral is very protective of her. Let’s leave it at that. He’s very fond of the cape, but doesn’t know exactly how to handle her.
The catfolk family, consisting of Jojo, Kiki, and Rinrin, are another family Imral feels close to. Not only has Imral and the party tried to help them, Imral is fairly sure there is “something” going on between Rinrin and Felyntel, his close friend. As a result, he’s willing to go to almost any length to help Rinrin overcome the curse of Vampirism.
Samakha is, unknown to Imral, a member of the royal family. She is also one of Imral’s favorite targets for teasing, as her naivity makes her far too easy of a target for the rogue. He doesn’t mean it cruelly, but as she’s quick to tears, Imral feels guilty for it very fast.
While none are related to him, these are the people Imral travels with, and often finds himself on death’s doorstep alongside. As such, he trusts them with his life, as foolhardy as it may be in two cases. Maybe three. Since two of them let the ones that almost killed him twice escape: that’s just not kosher.
The closest of Imral’s disfunctional little family is his half-elf brother-in-spirit Felyntel. Both were raised in the gutters of Remar, and the two spent a good decade and a half together as a team. They were split for a long while, but they had a somewhat abrupt reunion in the far-off lands of Lu Tsiang, where Imral discovered that his brother has been “blessed” with eternal life, of a sort. Imral wants to hug him badly, but until Felyn’s vampirism is cured, it’s far too risky.
Eva is the second closest, the ally from across the sea, paladin of Alin. Alaine? Alen? Imral doesn’t care. It’s all the same anyways. In any case, the two have been through a lot together, and despite her obvious desire to see him shived to death by bandits, he cares a lot for her.
Buriji, the clansman of Lu Tsiang, was the second to join the group that would become Imral’s family. They definetly have a sort of brotherly thing going on: constantly bickering and insulting one another, but in the end they get along and fight alongside each other without complaint. Definetly needs to work on the horse smell though.
Gaius, the Iron Knight from across the sea. As the most jovial member of their bunch, Gaius has easily earned Imral’s trust. However, he is also the easiest to manipulate the half-elf to his whim: even the threat of Gaius distrusting Imral worries the thief immensly.
Aideen is the ex-apprentice, once-student of Tsiang Basan. As such, Imral is a bit wary of her. However, anybody willing to drink heavily with Imral is good in his book, and she’s certainly saved them a lot of grief, so he’s alright with her, despite her old tutor.
Belnan is a bastard. Blunt, rude, and frankly smells of brimstone and sulfer. However, he’s also one of the few who will take Imral up on a fistfight, and his brass has won him points in Imral’s book. Also, he bought him chocolate.