But Locke doesn't like thinking about her or where she's disappeared to.Ĭhallenge… pulling off his latest heist. There was a girl a few years back – Sabetha, a thief and one of the rare people who could give Locke a run for his money. Locke can talk books or dine with the best of Camorri society, but he'd rather be out on the streets, living life on the edge as he plans his next daring heist. Or, as he puts it before a heist, "We’re only doing this because nobody else in Camorr is good enough to pull this off, and nobody else is dumb enough to get stuck doing it in the first place."
There's nothing Locke won't try, so long as there's money or danger involved. As a member of the Gentleman Bastards, Locke is renowned for both his vast intelligence and his staggering stupidity, depending on one’s perspective. But for a cocksure grifter like Locke, it's perfect for practicing his trade. Ruthless laws govern the city, lethal mages roam the dingy streets, and gang warfare ruled until Capa Barasavi took control of the underworld. Living… in Camorr, a crime-ridden, accursed pit of a city – in other words, home. Locke considers Father Chains, the man who took him in, and his troupe of thieves as much family as his deceased parents.
Locke has few memories of his life before the plague that struck his district of Camorr, but it doesn't bother him much.
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