Menace

Port Ffirst is a place of richess and refuse; urbane yet unsightful; full of wonder and excitement, as well as wretchedness and ennui. This is a place where a hero can do great deeds to protect the poor, feed the hungry, and empower the weak.

Yet the man strolling down the street is decidedly not a hero. The tiefling wearing a hooded great-cloak wanders the alleys and streets with a spring in his step, greets every soul he meets with a smile and a wave; his helping hand steadies an old lady and sneaks a few coins from her pouch with the other; amiably chats up a few merchants and talks them into investment opportunities that are GUARANTEED to triple their capital in a matter of weeks; and joking, elicits a guffaw from a group of ruffians outside a tavern.

This man is on good terms with everyone, greets the world and their cousin as his long lost friend; always with a kind word rolling off his silver tongue and a sparkle in the obsidian pits of his eyes.
This man is no great hero; this man is no mere thief - this man is a Menace.