Thistle, a half-elf of twenty-two winters, embodies the chaotic neutral essence of a rogue with a storied past. Born from the union of a peasant elven mother and a human noble count, Thistle's life was a tapestry of contrasts from the start. Her mother's humble origins and her father's noble lineage shaped her into a being caught between two worlds, never fully belonging to either. Thistle's youthful innocence was quickly tainted by the harsh realities of her environment; she fell into a bad crowd, finding solace and purpose among thieves and spies. Her slight frame belies her agility, with a dexterity of 17, making her a ghost in the shadows. Her strength, however, is her weakest attribute at a mere 6, forcing her to rely on cunning rather than brute force. With an intelligence of 15 and wisdom of 13, Thistle navigates the world with a sharp mind and keen intuition, while her charisma of 14 allows her to charm her way out of many a tight spot.

Her appearance is a testament to her mixed heritage; Thistle's hair is a cascade of silver, inherited from her elven mother, while her eyes, a deep hazel, hint at her human lineage. Her attire is practical yet stylish, favoring dark, form-fitting leathers that allow for silent movement and conceal an array of thieves' tools and hidden blades. A unique quirk of Thistle's is her habit of twirling a lock of her silver hair when deep in thought, a silent signal to those who know her well that she is plotting her next move.

Thistle's desires are as tangled as her past; she yearns for acceptance and a place to call her own, yet her actions often push her further from this dream. Her life is a constant struggle between her noble aspirations and the criminal world that has embraced her. She navigates this conflict with a mix of guile and charm, using her skills as a spy and thief to carve out a semblance of control over her life. Yet, the path she treads is fraught with danger and betrayal, and her journey is far from over.