Born to an elf, and a human, Maravor was often regarded as an abomination. His parents were run out of town, shortly before being executed. Maravor was sent down a river at the young age of 6, after witnessing his parents' deaths, where he was forced to fend for himself. He learned that stealing and being out of sight were his best early traits. While he was fighting for his life, dealing with poverty, starvation and disease, he made friends and vast amounts of enemies. All the 'dignified' folk looked down on him with disgust, kicking him to the curb, while a few of the less fortunate who made honest work gave him scraps of food and drink that were rejected as too bad or poor quality for everyone else. Soon, he learned talking his way out of troubles worked well. He seemed to have a way with weaving words into convincing lies or sweet truths. Before long, he began writing and playing the guitar. After he found a special pick, left under a bar stool from playing at a dead end inn for petty cash, it hummed to him. He began playing better than before. He came to calling the pick "Salvation," but it's more well known as the Pick of Influence.
Soon after Maravor found this pick, and started making an exponentially higher amount of gold, he started getting bold ideas. He charmed his way into peoples' houses, taking everything of value in sight in lieu of payment. Eventually, he found his way into the mansion owned by the mayor, Henry Abelard, the richest man in all of Holden. As he ruled the town under an iron fist, raising taxes and rolling in the riches, through various guards, Maravor managed to get into his vault, via cunning, charm and stealth. He came back multiple days, stealing as much as he possibly could for weeks to give to the orphans and poor sickly folk of Holden, though keeping most of it for himself. He collected nearly forty thousand gold coins, ten thousand given to the poor Holden folk, where he stashed a few grand in each of his hideouts.
Sooner rather than later, he was caught and followed by assassins, guards, and the mayor himself. He managed to avoid most scuffles by being nimble and quick on his feet, but one night, a stealthy assassin managed to ambush him as he slept. He awoke due to a creaky floor board, and managed to dodge the assassin, mid-attack, and killed him. As he believed this was self-defense, he felt no guilt, but he knew it was time to leave. He stuck as much cash in his pouches and pockets as he could and made a break for it, where his trail went cold. He could be anywhere now, softly playing his guitar for spare gold, making trouble with the rich folk.
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