Flea the rogue

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Most people in and around the Black Shroud know Flea by reputation long before they ever meet him. The stories are never quite the same, often told like campfire tales or the ramblings of the local tavern drunk. They swear he's a master thief who can empty a noble's strongbox without making a peep. They insist he's a highwayman with a silver tongue and a weakness for pretty smiles. They even claim he's secretly blessed by the Twelve themselves, that he'd have to be because no ordinary rogue could escape the number of traps, prisons, bounty hunters, and angry lovers he's left behind. The only thing everyone agrees on is that nobody has yet managed to keep him pinned down.Born and raised in the Twelveswood, Flea grew up on the margins of Gridanian society. Like many Duskwights, he learned early that suspicion often arrived before introductions, and that made honest work scarce and nobler opportunities scarcer. By the time he was a teenager, he'd become quick with both his hands and his wits.That burgeoning skill eventually drew the attention of the Redbelly Hive who recruited him young with the intention of molding him into something useful. And at first, life among the brigands seemed perfect. Coin in his pocket, freedom from authority, and a collection of colorful outlaws who lived by their own rules. Flea proved a natural scout, thief, and infiltrator. If there was a lock to pick, a purse to lift, or a patrol to avoid, he was usually one of the best options for the job.Then came the caravan incident. He'd been told it belonged to wealthy merchants. Easy prey. The sort of people who would barely notice a few missing gil, who would be more apt to pay up in order to be left alone. Instead, when his group made it to the target, he was faced with a battered wagon carrying a young hyuran family trying to reach safer roads. Most of their possessions looked barely worth stealing, simply clothes and handmade toys, maybe some food for their trip. These weren't people who needed robbing, and they were a farcry from the promised fat-pursed merchants.The Redbellies wanted everything anyway.Flea never forgot the fear on the parents' faces as the group descended upon them like jackals. The sound of the children crying stayed with him for a long, long time. He also never forgot how casually the brigands laughed about it afterward. Maybe there should be more to this life than battering anyone that crossed the wrong path. It felt good to be free, but he didn't want that to come with the cost of of his own sense of self.That night, he disappeared along with a respectable portion of the gang's coin reserve. They didn't deserve it, and he knew they'd just find a way to reimburse themselves anyway. From that point on, Flea worked alone. It was the only way to make sure he could stay honest to his rewards and mistakes.He became a familiar nuisance throughout the Twelveswood and beyond. He robbed corrupt merchants, crooked officials, abusive moneylenders, and anyone rich enough to hire guards solely to keep track of all the things they owned. He still stole from ordinary folk on occasion, but usually in ways that left them with a good story and little real harm done. He was becoming a household name as his bounty grew steadily.Today, wanted notices bearing his likeness can be found in more than one city-state, though most are as hyperbolic or innacurate as the stories in his wake. Some depict him as twice his actual age, others somehow forget that Elezen tend to have pointed ears. One particularly unflattering sketch somehow made him look like an angry chocobo. Flea collects the most memorable posters as small trophies of sorts. They were funny, and they added fuel to his fire.For all his claims that he's only interested in fun, fortune, and freedom, people who've traveled even briefly with him know better. He'll risk his neck for strangers, split stolen coin with those who need it more, and throw away a perfect escape if it means protecting someone caught in the crossfire. Though he'll never openly admit to his sometimes reckless intentions.Though if he's reckless in his attempts to protect even the short company he keeps, he's even more reckless in romance. He falls in and out of affairs with remarkable ease, charming beautiful people of all sorts across the region with veritable success. Tavern singers, adventurers, merchants, mercenaries, nobles, fellow thieves. His heart is rarely still for long, though it's difficult to tell whether he's afraid of settling down or simply loves the road too much.Many of his former lovers remember him fondly just as many others swear they'd rather see him jailed or worse for his flighty fancy. A surprising number fit both categories. After all, Flea himself claims life is too short to spend worrying about tomorrow. The world's full of locked doors, hidden treasure, good drink, and beautiful people. Seems a waste not to enjoy it. Whether he truly believes these things, or simply uses them to avoid talking about deeper emotions is anyone's guess, and he ever intends to keep it that way.

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Flea is the sort of person who enters through a window even when the front door is unlocked. He's effortlessly charming, dangerously curious, and possessed of the confidence of a man who has somehow survived far too many bad plans. He flirts as naturally as he breathes with all manner of people for all manner of reason, from talking his way out of a bad situation to talking a pretty person into his bed.His favorite pastime is getting under people's skin. Not maliciously, most of the time, but just enough to make them roll their eyes while deciding if they secretly enjoy his company or not. He delights in nicknames, teasing banter, and pushing buttons just to see what happens.Despite the bravado, Flea has a surprisingly strong sense of fairness. He can't stand bullies, exploitation, or seeing ordinary people crushed under the boots of the powerful. He'd never call himself a hero, but he has an irritating habit of acting like one when it matters.

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