Errol McCaden

Wanderer Name: Errol McCaden

Nationality: Tyrsien
Class: Rogue

Charming beyond all belief, Errol was born grinning and spends most of his time sweeping people off their feet with his quick wit and sunny disposition; all the while relieving them of their prized possessions. Quick to smile he is often seen in vast groups of people chatting animatedly and laughing easily. His laid back manner often has people seeking him out to converse, making their purse choice prey for his nimble fingers. Few things can wipe the grin off Errol’s face and fewer yet can enrage him. One of the things that upset him the most is flagrant disregard for manners. A thief with impeccable manners, he cannot abide seeing one of his fellow “thieving comrades” stealing in a violent and threatening way. He believes that half the work in “retrieving” property is charming the socks off the person you are attaining it from so that you would be the last person, nay not even suspect, in its thievery. Errol responds well with those of the opposite sex and often spends as much time as he can among women of higher social class. Always a flirt and nothing more, he is well known amongst all the females in the city in which he lives. He enjoys leaving small trinkets for his favorite females and will ALWAYS keep a date should he make one, no matter the situation he maybe trapped in. Men on the other hand, typically are the ones that switch Errol from his merry disposition; he tends to stay away from the more arrogant conceited self-important ones. Errol is often seen in the company of a small songbird that flits about and burst randomly into song whenever a female is in the close vicinity. He often talks to this small bird as if it were a person and in some cases can be seen having a one sided argument with his little feathered friend; whom he calls Kee. When Errol is agitated or upset he trails his finger down the right side of his face, lingering on his mole before repeating the gesture several times. When deep in thought he paces; wandering back and forth along his favorite places in the city seemingly oblivious to everything around him and muttering under his breath.



+ Hair style similar to this but in a rust brown/red color.
+ Eyes a smoky gray
+ Body frame in general like this, preferably looking still quite young (at about an age of 20)
+ Small mole to the bottom right of his right eye.
+ As for dress, probably something simple. A woman beater tank top (probably a dirty white), a leather shoulder holster for a gun (the ones that end underneath your armpit), probably some sort of faded brown pinstripe vest over the shirt that hangs open or a jacket like so (also hanging open if not the vest), pants similar to this though probably more muted colors. Ankle high boots with spats over them would be lovely as well.
+ Pair of goggles that stays around his neck while he’s not using them during work
+ Random accessories: random watch made from miscellaneous parts (always on the left hand – I’m just picky, I like my watches on the left), arm brace always on the right, maybe with a few scraggly strands of metal sticking out from behind the key (lockpicks). Random assortments of rings similar to this (not made of anything pricey.. think wires and springs and bits of glass or interesting black pebbles). Studded wide belt at his hip with a frog containing an unimpressive short saber., and in his left ear, a single earring (like an ornate minute hand of a clock.).



Errol was born in Osvale to a family of little or no consequence to anyone else. Devoid of any real old family wealth his father would work, refurbishing or enhancing items he had bought from archeologists, to sustain the family as his mother spent her days cavorting about town. He spent most of his youthful days –while not in school- trailing behind carrying tools and various metal objects of random sizes and shapes too and fro, assisting in what little way he could until he grew to the age and stature that could be of more use.

He was enrolled in schooling at an early age at the adamant request of his mother. She had firm hopes that he would become some sort of child prodigy or amazingly bright child that would bring the attention of the extremely wealthy. To her dismay, Errol was mediocre at best for most subjects, only excelling in history and physics. He continued schooling until the age of 12, when he asked his father to teach him a trade that would be helpful to his family.

At 12 his father took him as an apprentice and under an ever-watchful eye he was taught the general mechanics of some of the devices that were used most often in the city. Quickly he became engrossed in learning more. Days would be spent locked within the shop disassembling and reassembling pieces of the pasts machinery simply to figure out how it had worked before and attempting (most of the time in vain) to make it run once again. He entertained dreams of some day opening a larger shop with his father and being “the ones” that everyone would come to when they found something new and exciting, or had an exciting antiquity to be explained.

Two years after stopping his schooling he was enrolled into classes by his mother for another four-year program. Infuriated, he vowed not to attend and was confronted by his father with a bargain. If he would go to school quietly and try his best to help keep the peace at home, then he would give Errol a little gem of a gun he had recently bought off a trader; fully restored and with as many bullets as he could make and fix in that time. Errol agreed and spent the next four years studying and constantly flitting about his father in the workshop watching him restore the gun piece by piece.

A few weeks from the completion of his studies, his father once again approached him showing a small crude drawing of a piece that was necessary to completing the gun and explaining how a local collector would not sell him the piece for any price. Determined to still get his gun after all his work in school he spent several days outside the mans home watching him carefully and marking down his routine. When he was confident that the man would be out he stole softly into his house and explored the entire thing from top to bottom until he located the piece he was looking for and committed the location to memory before stealing back outside the mans house.

The next time he was sure the man was out of the house for a nice long time – he had learned the “collector” was traveling to see a new item he wished to procure – Errol returned to his house and liberated the piece from the mans collection. Tucking it safely into an innermost pocket of his vest he padded softly to a window and was about to leap out when a soft keening caused him to lose his balance and panic. Falling from the building he landed with a thud on the stones below, the small fledgling bird that had been keening perched on his chest; an ugly pink mass with assorted small feathers growing out every which way and large beady eyes.

A few days later he graduated and was presented with his gun – his father having found the missing piece he needed in a jumble of parts he had not recently gone through – and was free from having to attend schooling ever again. In his room the young bird was tucked away from sight so that his mother couldn’t toss the “vermin” out.

The years passed, Errol and Kee now having moved from his parents lodging and now staying with a group of others his age in a large one roomed place. Errol still worked with his father whenever he has the chance at the shop but spends most of his time making fast friends with the rich and stealing their valuables. On his latest foray into a wealthy woman’s house he overheard them speaking in the study about Brendon having a meeting with the Delvati and Munan rulers. Intrigued he plans on following too see if there is anything of interest to be had from said rulers or any of their followers that may be present.