So I got bored and decided to finally do something with a character I've had for months and kept forgetting to: filled out his OC character sheet template. I forget where I found this template (anyone who recognizes it, let me know and I'll credit them for it), but it's been a nice way to make me write down and think about most everything with my characters. So I did it with Tiny Corvo. Figured I would share it here, if only so I don't accidentally lose it in a random crash of Google Drive, and to give everyone more context for my little asshole, since you can't sit on all of the sessions with him... So, without further ado, Tiny Corvo!

Name: Corvo "Shadowfox" Millbridge
Age: Late 40s
Sex: Male
Species: Halfling
Height: 3' 1"
Weight: 43 lbs
Appearance: shoulder length black hair, shaved face/sideburns, dark green eyes, slightly tanned skin. Thin, but muscular. Two thick scars on his cheek and neck from blades, multitude of thinner scars on forearms, legs, and back from whips/chains, several combat scars here and there.

Behavior and Personality: Bitterly and darkly sarcastic almost all the time, trying to find a bit of dark humor in his miserable life. Always observant and watching others, trying to learn something about them. If not to use against them later, just to catalog mentally. Decent at being superficially friendly, but very slow to reveal anything personal. Openly admits how distrustful he is of others, shows almost no respect to those who think they're above him. Bit of a workaholic, has trouble relaxing unless in absolute nowhere with truly nothing on his mind.

Skills: dual dagger fighting, sneaking, lockpicking, trap disarming, cat burglarly, acrobatics, anything involving nimble feet or hands, tactics, spotting threats and valuables, disappearing into crowds or ceilings, knife tricks, juggling, some magic knowledge, fluent in Thieves' Cant.
Weaknesses: minimal people skills; terrible at wilderness survival, animal handling, medicine skills, and anything relying on strength; difficulty working with others, too distrusting; kleptomania; short temper, minimal care for human life.
Likes: reading, tea, his pet raven, gold, collecting daggers, stealing from those above him, screwing with nobles/leaders, learning any knowledge, bard's music.
Dislikes: nobility/authority, mercenaries/bounty hunters, dealing with people, demons, religious types, fair fights, getting talked down to, wilderness, coffee, boats, caves.

History:

Corvo was born a slave in Cheliax. Along with his parents and younger siblings, Myrtle and Wellby, they served Baron Gontier's family. The five of them could care for their master and his two kids with relative ease, leaving at least one of them free each day. Corvo took to thieving with this time, using his nimbleness to get into the safes the nobles of Senara thought were protected. He made enough for his family to have real blankets, clothes, and occasional wine. Even after their parents died, leaving only the three children to care for the house, he made sure his siblings had some coin and jewelry to their names. They were slaves, but comfortable slaves. When the eldest Gontier child, Amanda, wasn't abusing them for whatever reason she felt like that day.

This lasted until House Gontier took a day out in the market. Wellby did his best to carry his share of the shopping bags, but he stumbled into a noble's leg. Arthur Abele, middle child of House Abele and insulted by the touch of the dirty slave, drove the bronze head of his cane through Wellby's skull. Corvo froze, while Myrtle lunged at her brother's killer. The eldest Abele, Count Maximus, took her head with his golden sword. The only reason Corvo was spared was the final Abele, Friori, saying he needed to "clean up the mess." Baron Gontier was well below House Abele, and did nothing to stop the destruction of his property. The remaining slave loaded his siblings into a wheelbarrow he had to buy himself, brought them to the house, and buried them in the yard beside their parents. All he kept was the pocket knife Wellby was carrying, a quiet contraband his siblings shared to feel as if they had some power in their lives.

That night, Corvo gathered his coin, supplies, and ill-gotten goods into a small pack. He left a note for his master, thanking Baron Gontier for treating him as well as he did and saying he would not be back. No one noticed the halfling's trek across the city, or him sneaking into the Abele's mansion through the roof.

He killed eight people that night. The first five were the guards that escorted the Abele siblings in the market, who let his brother fall into their master and did nothing to save his family from the retribution. He killed them with a dagger to the throat, quickly and quietly. The Abeles, he woke them with a cut along their cheek before driving daggers through their eyes. He took every jewel he could carry from their rooms, and fled the country. He never forgot the smile he had that night, how it felt to remind the nobles they bled and died like the slaves they stepped on. And how thankful he was the Abeles did not have children to complicate his vengeance.

After fleeing Cheliax, Corvo spent several years in the neighboring countries of Druma and Isker, making a living off thieving, occasional vigilante justice for hire gigs, and generally menacing anyone associated with his home country. After a decade of this and the bounty hunters sent by a survivng cousin of the Abeles, Corvo made a beeline towards Galt, where the chaos of the country could hide him. While trying to evade a particularly stubborn band of bounty hunters, aided by a very angry marshal, he ducked into the Verduran Forest to shake them. Corvo read enough stories of dryads and the other creatures to understand that as long as he kept to himself, the dryads and fey would leave him alone. Sure enough, the simple halfling who slept in trees, rather than cutting them down and burning them, was spared. The less subtle hunters lasted only two days. Corvo was free to continue into Galt's chaotic cities, sporting a large and strange spider bite on his back from the one giant arachnid whose nest he accidentally climbed into.

He made a living as a wanderer, thief, and occasional killer of those who have it coming in the ruined country. After robbing several notable houses, and a few empty ones, he broke into House Ravenholm for the treasures the vault surely hid. After working his way through the house, listening to several of the guards discussing what the family truly went through, and discovering more of the truth, Corvo couldn't bring himself to steal what they had left. Instead, he dropped from a chandelier at the governess' feet, offering his services and a needed pair of clean pants. In exchange for a safe place to sleep, Corvo would rob the houses and gangs still fueling the chaos of the country, killing and crippling those who really needed it. Minus his 20%, of course. He also entertained the kids with stories he read as a child, small feats of acrobatics, and the occasional goodie he stole from a careless noble. Things were simple, until they had to investigate that vandalism at the Ravenholm family crypt and found that damned Vault.

Clothing/Personal Style: usually in dark studded leather armor covered in extra pockets for gold and holsters for knives, added with Ravenholm mask; if relaxing, loose, comfortable, but somewhat well-dressed, essentially a middling merchant style of clothes with a few extra pockets and knives hidden inside. Regardless of clothes, now has a raven constantly on shoulder that's almost an accessory at this point.

Goal: be rich as Hell, kill Movor, retire somewhere away from bounty hunters where he can steal only when he feels like it, rather than having to.
Profession: Thief.
Personal quote: "Left kneecap or right?"
Theme song: Nobody's Praying For Me, Seether

Favorite food: Homemade sweet rolls.
Favorite drink: tea.
Favorite location: Galt, specifically the farmlands that are calmer than most of the coutry.
Favorite weather: warm, not too hot.
Favorite color: black.

Least liked food: anything raw.
Least liked drink: coffee, cheap alcohol.
Least liked location: Cheliax.
Least liked weather: cold.

Favorite person: currently Flyn Riverfellow, by some miracle.
Least liked person: at the moment, Bayard the Silent. Usually Movor Abele.
Friends: Flynn Riverfellow (mostly); Dex (questionable); Hendricks (out of touch)
Relations: no family left, various associates/thieves he's worked with, several employers he approached and took jobs from.
Enemies: Movor Abele, last Abele and cousin to the ones Corvo killed; any bounty hunters who know about him; a long list of nobles, bandit leaders, and mercenaries he's robbed over the years.
Significant other: none
Orientation: straight