Viego was 8 years old when he found himself in the cells of an unknown precinct. Imprisoned for his thieving of one of the esteemed produce bazaars. Viego found himself helpless in the presence of storm mango and candy tangerine. With a stomach devoid of attention, and a lack of necessary provisions, he helped himself to many unaware merchants and their goods. He never could recall a life before this. Every time he attempted remembrance, he'd end up with more questions than answers. He accepted his fate quite some time ago and has lived criminally hedonistic since. Well, him and his inner voice, Whisper. They've been quite the pair, symbiotic in their relationship. Each of them heeding the other's wisdom and concern. Viego broke that trust when he unjustifiably stole more than his fair share of storm mango. Due to his ill-conceived actions, there he sat, in an Allirian cell, shaming himself for the overtly lustful grab. He would do so in solitude till the 6th morning when he was visited by a man named, Brother Lauren. A man blanketed in drab brown robes and bereft of any unnecessary accoutrements. In the center of his chest, he sported a symbol of a circle that was vertically split down the middle to represent the rising sun and sleeping moon. Brother Lauren would go on to convince Viego that a life outside of impoverished squaller existed. That Viego had a purpose meant to tip the scales of uncertainty. That he would be loved, revered, and never again be abandoned. Viego didn't want to be seen a criminal or be abandoned and forgotten in this city. He would choose the Domum Dei as his new home.
Appearance
Viego stands at a lean and athletic 5'10". Shock white hair almost always slicked back reveals an angular and chiseled face. Full and well-maintained eyebrows hover over lapis blue monolid eyes. A long nasal ridge leads up to a button of a nose. Downward turned full lips perpetually resting pensively. Posture has never been an issue for viego. At first glance you would think him a soldier. Shoulders square, unnerving stoicism, and well disciplined. Underneath his clothing scars lay in hiding. They tell stories of toiling indoctrination and pain mastered. A shadow of a man, if he didn't speak, you'd forget he was there.
Personality
Viego possesses exceptional calmness and discipline. Being a professional sleuth gives him an upper-hand in deductive reasoning, careful planning, and keen senses. He is intuitive and capable. His main weakness is his lack of social skills. He understands people, but his training has stunted his ability to parse through others and their emotions. He can come across as callous and cold, even if he means well. Viego suffers from dissociative identity disorder but doesn't know it. He can often be found conflicting with himself out loud. He calls the voice, whisper. He doesn't find harm in their presence but doesn't find comfort either. There is no appeasing the voice. Constant conflict arises at the most inopportune moments.
Every day that passes with the weapons sheathed; a piece of my humanity finds its way back home. I fear that I've already relinquished too much. Whisper grows with each misdeed, and I shrink with compunctious regret.
Skills
Viego is skilled in most martial weapons. His go to weapons of choice are his poisons. If he can't get to you through your belly he'll revert to more primitive measures. If the situation requires a close quarter approach, he'll reach for his serrated dagger and Jian. There have been moments in his history where he has seen glimpses of an unknown power. Time will soon tell where this power hails from.
