So there I am bleeding and trying to patch myself up when in walks this huge (I'll be polite and not say fat) Noble with some girlie on his arm. Well, Neb I thinks to myself, today's your lucky day and look it's a fellow Psycian. That so called Noble walks up regal as you please and shakes my hand which is all well and good you might say, but there I am bleeding and before I can get a proper hello out he reaches out quick as a snake and yanks my guise, messed it all up! I worked near to an hour on that guise and proceeded to tell him so! Noble you might be, I says, but that don't give ya the right to go around yanking on people. He says to me, "Can't have your kind running around making mischief!" You see what I mean? You'd think a Noble would be above such things! Now I admit that I haven't always been innocent but those days have been long over for some time, over before they began sort of, and if you don't believe someone can be part of the guild and still be an honest citizen of the city, then hear my tale and judge me as you will! - I can remember little of my childhood. I was 12 when my family was killed, that's right, killed, by Frontacians! But I get a little ahead of myself. My family consisted of my father Darknight, my mother Moonglow, my older sister Moonflight. All Shadoweaver's of course. I wish I could remember more of my parents, but time has away of blurring memories. I know they loved me and I them, but they were people of commerce, traders I think, and is often the case business occupied most of their time. It is my sister, Moonflight, I remember with clarity, for it was she who cared for me and I think her black hair and deep green eyes will haunt me forever. As to their deaths, we were traveling to a distant town, I assume, on business. Our paths crossed that of a couple of Frontacians. Words were exchanged, and a battle ensued. I remember my father yelling at my sister to get me to safety. My sister grabbing my hand, pulling me away from danger, tugging me down an alley, telling me "Stay here, Hide!" Then leaving me and running back towards my mother and father. My last sight of her, my sister of the precious green eyes, was her running, head all aglow back down that alley back toward the fight. I remember little of the days that followed. Hiding, scavenging for food, water etc. I was young scared and alone. But I think the thing that scared me the most was not having any access to the drug those of my race needed to keep the madness at bay when among those not of us. I feared the madness would over take me. It was the thieves guild who found me and took me in. I can name no names and will not do so. My time in that guild is another story. Suffice it to say that they took me in and gave me a home, and also kept me supplied with the madness cure. At a price of course. I must earn my keep after all. They had a place of training I was sent to and there I learned the skills need in my new life. The training took sometime, I went in a boy but came out a man. After, I was to start earning my keep in earnest and that was how my time in that Guild came to an end. There were several of us, arranged into pairs, assigned surveillance of a certain inn. My partner and I were to enter a certain room grab anything of value and depart, undetected of course. The room was supposed to be empty. The room was dark when we entered, it took a few minutes for our eyes to adjust. When they did the first thing to behold was a sword. And What a sword! Even to one untrained as me it was clearly a weapon of power and magic! No sooner did my partner lay hands on the sword then tragedy struck! The room was not empty. The owner was a Frontacian! I remember nothing of the battle. I can only remember seeing my sisters green green eyes. I was told later my head glowed blood red that night. As a consequence those of the guild named me bloody head Neb. It's not something I'm proud of. The Frontacian was one of some import it seems. Great force was brought against the guild to turn the culprit over. For the guilds best interest I was asked to leave. The guild had connections with several pirate ships and to one of those I was smuggled. I didn't mind, that life lost its glamour after that night to be sure. I was given some gold for my purse, a dagger, my trusty boomer, and a supply of the madness cure. I traveled as a pirate for a few years, just another kinda thief really. My duties were simple and threefold. 1. Pick the locks on what ever loot, ER cargo was brought aboard. 2. Act as a liaison between our ship and the local thieves guild of whatever port we entered. And 3. Keep improving my skills as a locksmith, and I learned how to spin a good tale, though on that I think they just wanted to see what new guise I'd come up with next for my stories. It's a hobby! Mostly though I learned about business and developed a love of it and when I felt I learned all I could I left that life-Which brings me to spur! I entered spur with no small amount of trepidation over my decision and I had no idea where to start. It didn't take me long to soon realize that spur was unlike anything I had encountered in my past. My skills seemed to be as naught. It took all of a half hour to deduce I was in over my head. The huge Noble who affronted me may have been rude and huge but he was also powerful and though I did my best i'm glad that our exchange was only verbal cause there's no doubt he'd have wiped the street with me. So what was I to do? I went home... I sought the guild. I will only speak of one person in the guild and her alone. I will not betray the guild or its secrets! But of one I will speak and that is of Yaquah. Yaquah Lithal! Ahhh Yaquah of the forest green eyes. When I first met her, she fair stopped me in my tracks, so much did she remind me of my sister. And a truer guild sister there never was. She took me in and showed me the lay of the land (showed me exactly how much I didn't know). Showed me the best places to hunt. She has also practiced my skills time and again with me so that I don't get rusty. I tell you I knew Spur would be home when I found out she was a noble herself no less! Imagine that a thief and a noble. And they shake their heads at me. Well, if she can be a noble then I can be a business man! About the only fault I can find with Yaquah is she's a better lockpicker than me (But don't tell her that cause I'll be forced to deny it). I swear that girl can tumble a lock like sailors tumble women! ( But don't tell her that either) Anyway suffice it say she's shown me how much I've left to learn yet before I go into business. So here I am, Nebulas Shadoweaver-Picker of locks and sometime storyteller. I hunt to do my part as a good citizen and to practice the skills common to my race. I also hunt to practice with my trusty boomerang. I can lob a sword a little but find it tiring for one of my build. I also hunt with my best friend Yaquah when I need fatten my accounts. I swear that girl can smell gold! And if she can't smell it she'll haggle for it. I've seen her haggle and get gold for frog legs of all things can ya believe It? Frog legs indeed! Course hunting with her I've seen clouds wear armor too! No lie! Well, that's my story, make what you will of it!

Nebulas Shadoweaver (Guise artist & Locksmith) at your service!