Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs
Build: Lean-muscular, agile, built for endurance
Sexuality: Gay
Alignment: True Neutral

Draven Hollow was born in the slums of Neverwinter  not the noble districts, not the harbor, but the rotting underbelly beneath the docks, where the smell of fish and sewage clung to your skin and the only law was the knife.

His father was a smuggler, his mother a barmaid  both dead before he was ten. He was raised by the streets, taught by thieves, and shaped by the citys brutal indifference. He learned to pick pockets before he could read, to disappear before he could write, to lie before he could speak truth.

He joined the Thieves Guild of Neverwinter at sixteen  not out of loyalty, but because they paid in coin, not ideals. He rose through the ranks not by virtue, but by efficiency. He didnt care about their codes, their oaths, their honor among thieves. He cared about the job, the score, the escape.

He was exiled from the Guild at twenty-two  not for betrayal, not for murder, but for refusing to kill a child during a heist. Not because he had a heart but because killing a child was bad for business. The Guild saw it as weakness. He saw it as pragmatism. He walked away with nothing but his daggers, his pendant, and a reputation that preceded him.

He became a ghost in the city - not a hero, not a villain, just a man who moved through the shadows, taking what he needed, leaving no trace. He stole from nobles, yes  but only the ones who were careless. He rescued slaves? Only if there was a reward, and only if it didnt cost him too much. He seduced guards, merchants, nobles  not for love, not for power, but because it got him in doors, out of trouble, and sometimes, a warm bed.

Draven Hollow doesnt belong to any guild, any lord, any cause  except his own. Hes a rogue with no soul, a ghost with no heart, and a man who knows that in a world of darkness, the only light worth following is the one that leads to the next score.