Aelar Silentread

The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.

I don't know what any of that shit means, but Aelar says it all the time so it must be important. Half-Elf, Full Rogue, the young man called Aelar Silentread is a charismatic charlatan with a heart of gold and feet of lead. Aelar was raised with an inborn disdain of nobility their frequent abuses of power. Aelar seeks to uplift and help the downtrodden, attempting to inspire revolts and revolution in towns and villages where he sees the yoke of tyranny being used. He also robs people. But like, rich people. Specifically rich people who are mean about it. He then gives the money away. Well, most of it. Those "interesting" hats don't pay for themselves. 

Genial, outgoing, and no small part mischievous, the sharply dressed Aelar is no less an expert thief and marksman. In combat, Aelar bides his time until the opportune time to strike. When he does, he strikes with terrifying speed and devastating precision.