Dirk Faust
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Appearance
Standing at six feet in height Faust, as he was known to The Caste has broad shoulders and a "rugged" build, appearing young and healthy. His skin is darkened by the sun, having been raised in the warmer climate of Trinsic. His hair is jet black and well cut, whilst his eyes are a dark mossy green. Fausts clothes are of expensive make and well cared for, judging by what you see, you can probably deduct that he cares for his his appearance immensely. He has no visible scars. However, if he was to remove his shirt you would see a jagged scar in the centre of his chest where he was stabbed by Zane Savant, a now deceased member of the Black Caste.
History
Faust was born to a minor merchant and his wife. Supposedly. Throughout his childhood Faust was beaten and abused by his 'father', unable to comprehend why his father should act this way to him, it wasn't until he was in his early teens that he found out why he acted as he did. Late one night as he crept down to the kitchen, he heard his father, in a drunken rage, screaming at his mother. It was then Dirk discovered that the man he believed to be his father, wasn't Apparently his mother had had an affair, and he was the result. No wonder his father hated him. However, why did he take it out on him? It wasn't his fault. The years following that night Dirk trained hard. Slowly over the next couple of years he built muscle mass, training his speed and strength, so that the next time his father decide to hit out at him, he would be able to defend himself against his oppressor. The night came all to soon, again his father was drunk and again he was angry. Without warning he suddenly lashed out at Dirk, knocking him to the floor, causing blood to flow from his mouth. Surging to his feet Dirk grabbed the closest thing to hand. A poker. This was what he had been waiting for. He lashed out with the poker and blood sprayed everywhere...
It had been years since the night Dirk had fled his home. Not yet thirty and he had lost everyone that he had once cared for. His mother, his friends and his "family". Shortly after leaving his home, his new family had found him. A thieves guild. A guild of outcasts, rogues, wanderers and vagabonds. People like him. He had been happy, finally. The thieves sorely lacked the raw physical and martial strength of those that could fight, he had been welcomed with open arms. Then the guards had come. The guildhouse was burnt to the ground, and the assorted rogues fled outside, onto the waiting spears of the guardsmen. One of the leaders, rallying several thieves about himself, Dirk included and led them out of the guildhouse, they smashed into the ranks of guardsmen, nearly all of them being cut down and butchered...then...freedom, the way was clear. The mere handful of thieves led fled into the markets, escaping.
His friends dead, captured or scattered, Dirk took to wandering. Eventually, having guards hounding him, he retreated to the backwater village of Yew. Where he found Tybal and the Black Caste.
Role
Whilst a member of the Caste Dirk was the right hand man of Tybal Fallworn, the leader of the Hammers, it was he that provided the means for their own secret hideaway from the rest of the Caste. However with Tybals disappearance Dirk quickly became Roisins second in command and enforcer of discipline amongst the caste (normally meaning beatings and bullying), despite her reluctance. With Roisins sudden disappearance Dirk became the leader by default, with no one to challenge him. However with the sudden loss of their last elected leader, many of the rogues panicked and either fled, or got caught or killed by the local guardsmen. Dirk strove to keep the few remnants of the Caste safe, which he managed to do for a good few years before Roisin O'Shea returned.
