Being a half elf Jser was shunned and not trusted by both humans and elves. Jser was always called thief and tratior by all except his closest friends which were few. Over time the names got pounded into his skull and he took it as his identity. As he grew people stopped calling him names but he still was not trusted. And by then the people had good reason to not trust him. During those years Jser took up stealing and sneaking. He became a thief and always wanted more. He only abode to laws that helped him. But he was good enough that no one knew it was him, only his closest friends which were even less by then. Around the age 25 Jser started to straiten out. He stole less often and items of less vaule. He kept some skills but forgot most of what he knew. He was trusted more and found knew friends and help. But old habbits die hard and by 29 Jser was back at it. He stole less then before but was taking thieving up again. But then someone figured out it was him and he was banished from his town,Trie, and forced to move on. He stumbled across a town which name he did not know and thought he might as well stop here. Now Jser is a rouge with little skills in a new world. But agian habbits die hard. His four years of happieness came back to mind as he drew close. He swore to himslef to steal less from civilization and more from other creatures. Hopefully he could convince the country to let him stay and to trust him. Hopefully.