Ranseur

Abstract
If a visitor ever chances to wander into Polyhex's slums at night, there is always one word whispered on the wind: Rapolitz. Few in the city get the chance to meet the vigilante in person, and fewer still outsiders. He is a quick flash of smokey obsidian in the shadows, or a pair of shimmering green optics from a rooftop. In contrast, his exploits are seen far and wide, shared across the global data net. Not a deca-cycle passes without a headline from Polyhex about his pilfering. No thief in known history has ever had such a penchant for burglary, nor such a skill with a blade. But his shadowy, rogue-like appearance can be deceiving. Should anyone chance to meet the famed thief, on the job or off, and not try to arrest him, they will discover a charismatic, dapper, and altruistic personality: Ranseur, ever quick to smile and lend his expertise (and rapier) to those oppressed or wronged."'Doing a good deed should never necessitate pay. Whatever happened to an act of genuine good will?'"

Charm Offensive
Though a thief in the present day, Ranseur actually started off as one of the privileged elites in Polyhex, living in the lap of luxury and sequestered away from harsh realities. Like any of the elites, his social life and personal comfort came first. The only thing keeping him from fully enjoying this charmed life was a restlessness he didn't quite understand nor know how to solve. His usual routes of socialization, drinking, and debauchery only served as temporary alleviation.