Magic thief, Social Ghost, and Brigand
Ravill is a thin mouse of a man, not strong by any means. He prefers to slink through life unnoticed, confrontation isn't his strong suit.
Born lower class, money was everything and nowhere to be earned. At a young age he turned to thieving to support himself. Loaves of bread, ale and food stuffs left unattended in taverns were his fair. You might turn up your nose when you see him finish off someone elses forgotten mead, but he sees a worse tragedy... Wastefullness.
As time went on it became less about survival and money and more about self respect. When he steals, at least to himself, he is no longer a worthless street rat, but better than the money grubbing snobs that seek to keep the lower class in their place.
Ravill is gifted/cursed with unremarkability. He attributes it with being one of the many homeless
alley bred vagrants of the village.
An untouchable.
A lifetime of just being a piece of the
background.
But where as many people strive to be different, to be noticed, he yearns to be
forgotten. A social ghost. The memory of this man slips from the mind like water off a ducks back.
Only the strongest memories linger, and even those lack true clarity.
This ability isn't a form of inborn magic, but subtle psionics. Proof perhaps, that how we think of
ourselves actually can effect how we are perceived.
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Ravill now has been appointed gatekeep at the Sythian Dozen's fortress by Eloise. There he has food, shelter and is being taught the ins and outs of the crossbow as well as the dragon spear. A risky game of learning as much as he can about fighting before Arwan gets back and without the guards finding out he has previously been inept at such.
Ravill having been hired in the past by the strange green knight to pilfer magic, keeps to his agreement, however the Dozen is now taking first priority.