**__Raghba, Wish-Maker__**
Parlor tricks of spell-craft from some dusty tome snatched the morning after a drunken night with a mage, combined with an early knack for sleight of hand, saw Raghba becoming quite the con in the sprawling desert metropolis that was his home. With illusion and sleights he would promise anyone their hearts desire for an enticing price - be it in gold or secrets, using both for personal gain and honor to his Goddess Bastet alike. He would live every day that he had wealth like he was a king, choosing to contend with poverty when it came rather than save wisely. It was for the low times that his collection of secrets would be what sustained him, one way or another.
This con flourished until their hearts desire was promised to the wrong passerby, a Jann Noblewoman who took insult to his claim. She unlocked in him great power, but shackled him in a way so many of her kind had been, to the mercies of a beggars wish. He lived under the bond of the curse for some time, often hiding in the temples of The Sly Enchantress to ensure that it would be put to at least an interesting use when he was forced to practice the arcane. Over time that once great power diminished to a shell little greater than the illusions and sleights he once cast, and the geis faded with it to a nagging compulsion in the back of his mind any time a request is made.
This would-be harrowing experience did little to hinder his impulses to con and crave, but he has since fled the Old World to the New in hope of climbing back to the power he was once cursed with, and surpassing it. He seeks refinement in both forms of his spell-craft, old and new, to secure him a better place in the world than the corners on which he once prowled. Beyond that, he can only hope this new world can bring out even more entertainment than the old...
*"What a man keeps in his journal can be so much more valuable than what he keeps in his purse...but I'd rather win both off of him, just in case..."*