Donar Reed

Donar’s childhood was carved from brick and salt—he grew up in the rougher lanes of a port city where ships unloaded fortunes and secrets alike. His mother ran a small, shuttered stall dealing trinkets in exchange for a few coins earned through gossip and favors. His father, a dockworker with a habit of getting into fights that he could never win, taught him how to slip away unseen and how to read a crowd better than most men could read a book. From an early age, Donar learned that the city’s heart beat through the shadows between lanterns, where a man could vanish as easily as he appeared if he knew the right door to slip through and the right person to flatter. The first major turning point came when a debt-collecting gang cornered his family, and Donar’s quick thinking—when he was barely more than a boy—allowed them to walk away with just their pride dented instead of their lives. He realized then that information could be a shield as strong as any blade. As a teenager, he began to learn the craft of thievery as a means to survive, but he never lost the lessons his mother taught: to listen, to barter, and to avoid needless violence. His entries into the world of crime were cautious at first—petty larceny, petty alarms, and nighttime scouting of markets for blind spots. Over time, he cultivated a network of informants among shopkeepers, tavern workers, and other nightly wanderers who knew where a coin purse rested more often than not. Donar’s philosophy hardened into a simple creed: trust sparingly, strike when the moment is ripe, and always leave a clean exit behind you. When an opportunity presented itself to join a larger crew with a code of conduct—albeit a shadowed one—Donar seized it, seeing it as a chance to sharpen his craft and secure a future where he could choose when to walk away from the shadows. Though he claims no true allegiance, he carries a personal oath to protect the weak in subtle ways—enough to earn a few genuine allies, enough to keep the law off his trail, and enough to remind himself that even a thief can chase something better than a life in the dark.