Islands of Pern

Sweasel

Name: Sweasel
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Rank/Craft: Theif & Gambler
Residence: Holdless (currently shanghaied aboard the pirate vessel "Fat Maggot")

Description: Besides bizarre ideas and crazy plans, Sweasel's head sprouts a full shock of dirty blonde hair (which wouldn't be half as dirty-looking if he washed it). His eyes are a bright blue and constantly darting around, either nervously looking for pursuers or taking in new chances for profit. He is slim rather than muscular - almost gangly - and loves expensive-looking clothing, fancying himself as someone deserving better than most other people on Pern. The most important item in his wardrobe is his collection of gloves. He is rarely seen without gloves and refuses to take them off in public - and for good reason: The ball of his right thumb prominently bears the branded "T" marking him for the rest of his life as a convicted thief.

Personality: Sweasel likes to think of himself as either a nondescript average man perfectly blending into a crowd to spy on others or the charming, swashbuckling Jack-of-all-trades impressing the ladies with his skills and wordiness. He utterly fails to realize that he is neither. He can't spy without getting caught, his use of the sword is pathetic at best, and the ladies usually find his attempts at charm hilariously ridiculous. He wasn't even a good enough thief to avoid getting convicted and branded for stealing. His main weapons of trade are his words. He would try selling wher-hide to a tunnelsnake or matches to a dragon, and he might even succeed in some cases - if the victim is susceptible to his lies and exaggerations. He's a kleptomaniac and compulsive liar who loves to gamble (preferably with other people's marks, since he usually has none to call his own) and continuously gets into trouble for it.

Background: It is hard to find the truth behind the outrageously exaggerated sagas of Sweasel's life story. Depending on what fits best for his current whereabouts and situation, he's the lost heir of a Northern Lord, a Journeyman in any craft imaginable, or even a dragonless rider lucky enough to have survived the deadliest Threadfall of the Pass. If he runs out of options to 'sweasel' his way out of the question with a colorful lie, he usually grows rather tightlipped about his past. Much to his utter dismay, one thing is blatantly obvious to anyone listening to his tall tales: his Bitran accent. No matter how hard he tries to cover up his heritage, he is usually being branded "The Bitran" as soon as he opens his blabbering mouth.

Last Updated: 10/31/2004