Name: Jack "Quickfinger" Steelman  
Age: 34  
Race/Species: Human (with a dash of questionable ancestry)  

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**Physical Appearance:**  
Jack?s the kind of man who walks into a tavern and half the patrons instinctively check their coin purses. At 6'3", he?s got the build of a dockworker who never quite outgrew his street brawling days?broad shoulders, knuckles permanently scarred from old fights, and a nose that?s been broken at least twice. His dark brown hair is perpetually tousled, like he just rolled out of someone else?s bed, and his stubble is always precisely two days past respectable.  

But it?s his eyes that unsettle people?pale gray, almost silver, with a predator?s sharpness. Some say he got them from an elven ancestor (though he?ll neither confirm nor deny it). He dresses like a merchant who moonlights as a highwayman: expensive but practical leathers, a cloak lined with hidden pockets, and boots that have seen more rooftops than cobblestones. There?s always a dagger tucked somewhere unexpected.  

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**Background:**  
Born in the stinking alleys of Waterdeep?s Dockside, Jack learned to pick pockets before he learned to read. By twelve, he was running with the Coin Rats, a gang of gutter-born thieves. By sixteen, he?d earned his nickname "Quickfinger" after swiping the signet ring off a nobleman?s hand mid-conversation. But his life changed when an elven archer named Sylas took pity (or amusement) and taught him how to handle a bow.  

Jack?s charm and quick hands made him a favorite among Waterdeep?s bored noblewomen?until one jealous husband hired a bounty hunter. He fled the city overnight, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and empty coffers. Now, he runs *Steelman Enterprises*, a front for less-than-legal ventures: smuggling, information brokering, and the occasional "retrieval" job.  

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**Personality:**  
Jack?s a con artist with a heart of?well, not *gold*, but maybe bronze. He?ll lie to your face with a grin, but he?s oddly loyal to those he calls friends. His humor?s dry as a desert, and he?s got a habit of winking at the worst possible moments. He?s reckless but calculating, the kind of man who?ll bet his last gold piece on a dice roll?but only after palming an extra die.  

He?s a hopeless romantic despite himself, though he?d sooner jump off a cliff than admit it. Deep down, he?s still that Dockside kid who dreams of something bigger?even if he?d rob you blind on the way there.  

Solo Kills:
Felix
Devastaion Spider
The Ice Drake
Terror Lord
The Blight
Ancient Red Dragon
Ancient White Dragon
Ancient Green Dragon
Ancient Black Dragon
Portrait by Syzygy