I lost myself inside the lies and wicked ways

NAME: Moby Kingsley
NICKNAMES: "Thief King"
AGE: 26
DATE OF BIRTH: February 18

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Thief/unemployed
HOMETOWN: Taranya
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The delta
PARENTS: Nicholas and Evelyn Kinglsey
SIBLINGS: Richard and Celia Kingsley

At best, Moby appears to be a very flat individual who only focuses on one thing: money. He steal whatever he can get his hands on, both because he enjoys it and because he can't quite help himself. He's an incredibly shallow individual who cares almost solely about appearances. He loves showing off and looking much stronger than he actually is. Moby is also sarcastic, constantly flinging quips around like they're going out of style. He can't let an opportunity to make a snide remark go by, no matter how much trouble he might get into. He's not quite as two-dimensional as he first appears, however. Moby cares deeply about others and often gives up part of his earnings to orphanages and poor people, though he refuses to let anyone know this about him since it would ruin his "image," whatever the hell that is. Moby's focus on appearances stems from his own desire to look perfect, something born after receiving a massive scar on his right cheek. He doesn't hide his scar any, instead showing it off as a battle mark - though secretly he loathes it and would do anything to be rid of it. Moby's hair is brown and curls out around his cheeks, falling down to the back of his neck at its longest. His eyes are almond-shaped and a vibrant green color. He usually wears two earrings in his left ear and one in his right. He's of average height and weight and doesn't appear all that striking at first glance. He combats this with bright colors and a flamboyant personality. Moby was born into the Kingsley family, a family that prides itself on being directly descended from the first humans created by the gods. Because of this rich bloodline, Moby's family is capable of magic. The Kingsley family is very rich and Moby was enrolled in a private school as soon as he was elligible. His parents were distant and his older siblings were much too old for him to play with, so Moby relied on making friends with his charming personality. He got along well with most of the kids and despite not caring much about his studies, managed to get decent grades. Moby's mother died when he was six. It was his first brush with death and it terrified him. He hadn't been very close to his mother due to living at the boarding school and his mother's constant work, but it scared him nonetheless. Moby learned very quickly that everyone has a set amount of time in this world, and his outlook on life started forming from that day. Perhaps he was considered cold or careless since he didn't mourn his mother's passing "properly", but Moby did miss her. At age ten Moby started training to use magic. This process involved learning the basics from books scattered around the library in the Kingsley family home and watching demonstrations by his father and siblings. Moby studied hard to please his father, but after a year of hard work he was still incapable of casting even the easiest of spells. His father didn't give up and neither did Moby, though his siblings insisted that he didn't have the capability for magic. Moby would eventually realize they were right, but that would be after three years of intense magical training. Moby's life at school was very normal. He passed his classes, made friends, and ultimately didn't act out much. He was a class clown and occasionally got in trouble for it, but for the most part there was nothing extraordinary about his childhood. The only thing that really stuck out was the fact that Moby couldn't keep his hands off other peoples' possessions. His thievery started after his mother's death at around age seven and continued all throughout his schooling. At age fifteen, after failing his magical training and having his father give up on him, Moby finished his schooling. His father wanted him to go into training to be a guard, like his elder brother Richard, but Moby had no interest in that. He couldn't work at the temple like his sister Celia because he didn't have any magic powers. The one thing Moby had learned that he actually liked during his time at school was stealing. He didn't like any of the subjects he had been taught and after deciding that he wanted to become a thief, he snuck away from home to hitch a ride to the delta. His father and siblings were understandably worried when Moby went missing and while Moby did manage to make it onto a ship, all ships leaving the harbor were checked to ensure that Moby couldn't escape Taranya. Once he was found he was dragged home kicking and screaming (literally) and forced into training to become a guard. For two years he would endure the training at his father's request. Then his father died. Moby hadn't been much closer to his father than he was to his mother, but he took this death harder than he had his mother's. Moby's training slipped and he distanced himself from everyone, trying his hardest to figure out what the point of life was when death could rob someone of it so easily. He mourned his father's passing, but more than that he mourned his own innocence - he could no longer turn his face away from death and had to accept that one day he too would die. In short, Moby spent quite some time being an angsty teenager and being a pain in the ass. Richard became head of the family which meant that Moby saw even less of him. Celia was almost always at the temple which meant that Moby finally had a chance to sneak away from his family under the cover of darkness. He could finally fulfill his dream of stealing for a living, but he still left home with quite a bit of money to help him get started. This time he was able to pay his way on a ship and get out of town, headed toward the delta. He didn't know what he'd find there, but he was certain it would be better than trying to train to be a guard. The delta was not a very welcoming place for a boy who had been raised in a very cushy lifestyle. The shock of it was nearly enough to make Moby turn around and head home, but this was his dream. He wanted to steal things and this would be his safe haven. It didn't take him long to figure out that everyone here operated under a code: money says more than words do. The money he had bought him a nice little house near the harbor and Moby spent time searching for other thieves who would be willing to teach him the tricks of their trade. Most of them laughed at him, saying a posh young lad like him would never make it anywhere in the underbelly of the realm. Moby persevered though and eventually stopped using his last name. He didn't need people to know that he was from a rich family like the Kingsleys; they might assume that he could use magic or that it would be beneficial to take him hostage and blackmail his family. This was around the time he met Lae, his future partner-in-crime. Like him, Lae was a bit of an oddball in the delta, but for a different reason entirely: she could use magic despite being from a low-born family. She had been sent to the temple of earth to train her powers, but she had run away because she had no desire to be a temple-keeper. Lae and Moby hit it off right away and became good friends. The two of them eventually managed to get an apprenticeship under an older thief who was impressed by Lae's magic. She insisted that she wouldn't train with him unless Moby was allowed to come too, and the thief agreed. Darius became their new master and the two of them worked very hard to impress him and learn everything they could from him. Life was remarkably good during this three year period. Moby picked up the skills he needed and learned quickly; he ended up being a better thief than Lae, but her magic always backed him up. They both learned how to fight with knives (as opposed to swords which Moby had already been trained to use), they learned how to throw knives, and they learned how to slip in and out of places undetected. Darius was impressed with the two of them and was prepared to retire when he proposed one final mission. They were to raid one of the rich families in the city of Plagis, the Ehlm family. Everything was planned out by Darius and if everything went according to plan, it would be a simple job. They would sneak in, take whatever things of value they could find, and get out. Darius' clan consisted of eight people, so it shouldn't have been a difficult mission. Everything went wrong. One of the newer clan members had leaked information to the Ehlm family and they were ambushed by guards. Several of the clan members were outright killed, including Darius. Others were taken captive. Lae managed to escape, but Moby ended up caught in a battle with the heir to the Ehlm family, Marquis. Marquis wasn't just a skilled swordsman, he could also use fire magic. They fought viciously for quite some time before Marquis revealed that he knew exactly who Moby was. Marquis had been in the class under Moby, he was only a year younger than Moby was. He recognized the Kingsley family name, and he recognized Moby. He knew Moby was incapable of magic - rumors did have a nasty way of spreading, after all - and he said he'd be pleased to return Moby to his family for a handsome reward. He first managed to catch Moby off-guard and scored a hit on Moby's cheek, leaving a very large wound that would eventually scar over into the massive scar on his right cheek. The guards surrounded him after that and Moby blacked out. He woke up in chains in a dingy cell and was led to a courtroom where he would be tried for attempting to steal from the Ehlm family. They were in Taranya and sitting near the front were Moby's brother and sister. They were asked if they recognized Moby and to his horror, they both said they didn't. Moby was found guilty of attempting to steal from the Ehlms and attempting to take the life of the heir, Marquis. He was thrown back in the jail cell and in a week he would be sentenced, possibly to death. Of course, Lae certainly wouldn't stand by and let that happen to Moby. She rounded up the last of Darius' clan and several new members and prepared a ship back to the delta. She managed to help Moby escape and they sailed back to safety where Moby's wound could be treated properly. Thankfully it wasn't infected, but it did take quite a long time for it to properly scab over (and even then Moby picked at the scab because he can never keep his hands still). The owner of the boat, Victor, was impressed by the two of them and offered to help them. Victor was a pirate by night and a businessman by day, one who would become an invaluable ally for them in the future. Wanted posters of Moby started going up depicting him with a scar. The posters weren't exactly accurate, but they were close enough that Moby couldn't leave the delta at all without being spotted and identified. He wasn't identified as a Kingsley, merely as the man who tried to murder the heir to the Ehlm family. He didn't understand why his siblings had disowned him in public like that, but he assumed it had something to do with his choice in career. Regardless, he stuck by Lae's side and the two of them formed a clan of thieves that worked together, much like the clan Darius had led. Years passed like this and eventually Moby was able to move about more freely. He had heard rumors of the power of the queen's crown and set his sights on that. Along with his clan members, Moby moved to Taranya and spent some time stealing from the people there, preparing to take the crown itself. The crown is supposed to allow a person to harness all the elements and use them all as long as its being worn. Moby wants that power for himself and he is going to get it. Or at least, he would, but that's his current canon point, so he won't be doing that any time soon.