Zahrdahl X. Meoctlop was orphaned early in his life. Left on the clich�d step of a religious order's temple, he ended up being raised mostly by various street urchins. The temple was not the sort that one would think people would leave an infant on the doorstep of, and the priests knew nothing of what to do with a child. They attempted halfheartedly to educate him through reading, but most days Zahrdahl was on his own. He learned early on that a clever young performer can clean up entertaining near a market and honed these skills well. He was then shown that it's even better to be the shadow in among the crowd watching the performance. Many times he and friends were on the run from the guard after a particularly profitable show. He always managed to stay out of their grasp however.

Zahrdahl's fortunes changed one day when the easy mark he went after turned out to be anything but. Caught in the act, Zahrdahl thought he was done for, but somehow the situation was turned into a meeting, rather than an encounter. Having no real ties to any particular place, Zahrdahl wanders now with a group of people who are more friends to him than he would probably like to admit. The death of his mark gone friend matured him quickly, though at the age of 16 he is still quite a scamp.

Zahrdahl is Dronaic and, typical for that race of humans, sports bright red hair and clear blue eyes. He is short and wiry, relying on speed and nimbleness to escape danger. He has a quick wit, and a ready smile. More of him exists below the surface than one might suspect on first blush, given his apparent carelessness and nonchanlent attitude.