“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Leolo left the southern Tilean lands a few years ago and has attached himself to small group of Imperial Scouts that are stationed near Castle Reikguard. Being small 5’4", 135 pounds, Leolo is constantly being pushed to prove himself to his fellow soldiers. Out of touch with the family to the south he has managed to make a few Tilean contacts in and around the riverside inns and tollhouses. Thus far the companions he has made have been fairly above board and legal, but the offers are getting more frequent and lucrative to help get various “shipments” to where they need to go without unnecessary parties becoming aware. A bit of a compulsive gambler, Leolo is always eager to get caught up in shooting contests and side bets. His chipped, scarred crossbow is never far from his hands. When the mood strikes and he’s trying to impress the usually taller ladies his accent can be rather subdued.
But, if he gets around other Tileans or just gets overly irritated, fatigued, or excited it starts to sound a bit more like:
“Eh…oh! ’Uze guyz git outta my way ’right? Cuz ’uze don wanna git shotz inna back ’right ?” and generally dissolving into strings of unintelligible profanity.
He has heard stories of strange walking beastmen in the forests and dreams of becoming a hero, hunting and slaying these evil monstrosities. And yet when he is out on patrol deep in the dark forests far from road or riverbank he feels most alive; silent and alone. The thought of what it would be like to quietly creep on some unsuspecting soul and see how close he could get without being seen, without being heard. Then just before someone might think he’s there…put a bolt through their heart. But so far, those thoughts only come when the red moon shines through the trees.