Himo Nilo
Himo is a High Elf that has experienced both the rich and poor side of Lunas. He wanted to visit the Arboretum to modify existing equipment he has, but he never really left until he heard from his contacts in the Arboretum that demon incursions were ramping up. Carrying only what he could quickly pack, he left for the Arboretum with his bag that contains only essentials. He has a habit of checking anything that might look "suspicious" but doesn't really know what might be suspicious.
"The right side of me should show what happens when you don't pay attention."
| Relatives | 2 Parents, 3 Sisters |
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| Affiliations | The Scrappers, Low Lunas |
| Aliases | Thai (Child name) |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Date of Birth | 37 PR |
| Place of Birth | High Lunas |
| Date of Death | TBD |
| Place of Death | TBD |
| Species | Elf (High) |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 4'10" |
| Weight | 94 lbs. |
| Eye Color | Gold |
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Description
Himo is a young elf shining with bronze skin with black freckles, Short copper hair that is decently trimmed and eyes that sparkle gold when they catch the light. you would find him like he was a gem in a mine because of the reflection he often carries. He doesn't seem to carry anything with him except maybe a satchel over his back, A rapier and dagger on his left hip and short sword on his right hip respectively, hang and some tools hanging off of his belt. He wears light leather armor with a somewhat heavy black cloak that shines a little in the light. When you peer past the cloak however, you notice to very big changes to him that he tries to hide as best as he can. The first on is he really only has half of his hair left. The right side of him looks like he has black char that curls up around the face, neck and leg that has been there for quite some time. The second is he has no right arm. anything that might have been there is gone and watching him, he sways a little bit to the left and right as if he were always a little tipsy.
Manners
Himo looks at everything arcane with great interest, and when given the chance he will ignore everything around him to examine said arcane object. He studies obsessively and takes mental notes on the components used. When talking face to face however, he tends to shift himself so that most people when they see him is the cloak or just the left side of his face. His speech is gravely and chopped up with occasional coughing from soot getting into his mouth. He tends to stay in the back of fights throwing the dagger and firing a cannon, but will often cast supporting spells if necessary. When dealing with people he doesn't have a fond relationship with, he casually strolls around the area while talking to them, always ready to move when needed. He prefers to stay out of people's sight and get jobs done with as much confusion as possible... and a little bit of explosives.
Background
Himo was born to a wealthy mage family in High Lunas. They expected him to follow that same tradition, and while he was interested, Magic wasn't the most interesting thing to him as physical tasks. Still they made him either take lessons or leave this family. He agreed and started to learn evocation magic. While he certainly got base concepts, he didn't enjoy it because of how destructive it seemed
He started to go to the Low Lunas in secret claiming private tutoring sessions when really he got into contact with the local criminal rings to learn skills from their side. He chose to learn lockpicking for his profession and was quite skilled at it. He balanced this double life of learning magic by day and learning to pick locks by night. When he went to Lower Lunas, he would bring stories of breaking into homes, taking specific materials and leaving without a trace. by the time they would try to track him down, he would be in the shadows trying to outlast the location spells used to find him. he often had to dump the stolen materials to prevent being caught. This went on for years. he wrote vague notes about evocation magic and his parents were getting frustrated that he wasn't learning much at all. One night while learning basic spells to show to his parents he was finally caught by the guards and he was sentenced to death. while in prison, he managed to convince the guards to him 2 lodestones. He took those lodestones and mended the broken thieves tools that he was hiding in his clothing. This lock however was never supposed to be picked. It had been magically enhanced but he the night to make that happen. He picked the lock and sneaked out and into the Lower Lunas in 102 PR.
He excelled in picking locks as a freelancer. If the guild provided sanctuary based on how difficult the lock was, that locked was picked. He became infamous in rings because no lock was safe from him. Booby trapped to Arcane Lock, most locks were not safe from him. Only locks that were sophisticated with an Arcane Lock would he have a hard time picking and often failed at those. In various guilds, he learned various weapons that he now always with him because he doesn't want to get into a scrap unarmed. He often had a habit of inspecting areas where people invited him never trusting anyone fully. His reputations grew so much that he found himself often travelling to other places to check out security systems. This took the pressure off of him because he could really inspect area he couldn't before. He learned to pickpocket, sneak around, scale buildings and practice his skills of picking locks. He tried to get an honest job in the town of Rwendia but his reputation followed him everywhere. He did odd jobs around places, pick locks here, mend broken stuff back together, and come along with other criminals to look out for traps. The people he often worked under were brutal. They would insult him behind his back, mess up him picking the locks, broke his stuff and moved him around often and lied to him where he was
He started for fun re-learning magic. Make graffiti with magic here an odor there. This terrified the guilds because he was becoming what he swore he would never do and feared he would turn on him next. His mentor Jumad told him that no one will want someone unreliable if he chooses this path. He continued in spite of their disapproval and learned how to make a bag of holding, a returning weapon, enhanced armor and enhanced focus. The only person he told this to was his best friend Kamer (Tiefling) who supported him new materials.One day while hiding out in the DwaleVale, he received a letter of a formal apology from his family asking him to come back. He eagerly accepted and made his way over. His contacts warned him they were up to no good and were looking for vengeance for bringing shame to the family name. When he got there they magically influenced him to open a complicated safe lock without checking the area. BOOOM!!! A massive explosion covered him from right to left, debris flying every where and scraping by on life. The family were stewing in their loss of the son when his eldest sister, Nylo gave the idea to blow him up in a public execution. That letter he found, was trapped to get him to come whether he wanted to or not. In the chaos, someone had planted one more bomb to take him out. he survived, barely, but lost his right arm in the explosion. He lost everything; everything but his skills, his life and his resolve to fix this. At DAGR (Determined Assassins, Grifters, and Rogues) he received word that they needed people to fix broken things and make them better. he spent the next 3 months fighting for his life, and those 3 months were in a daze. He often found himself in a new place about every week or so. When finally had the strength to move comfortably, he took essentials and ran for his life in 135 PR, because no matter what he did his family was coming for him and he needed to defend himself.
Languages
Himo knew elvish and common just from listening to his family, but he learned goblin when he would hang around goblins were trying to have a private conversation, not realizing Himo taught himself that from listening to them
