Name: Hadley
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Profession: "Traveler" and full-time thief.
Appearance: Hadley's a short fellow, only reaching about five and a half feet in height. He has a swift frame, ideal for running and pulling wallets from the deep pockets of commoner and duke alike. His clothing is loose and simple, a long cotton shirt and pants, both browned with stains of varying nature. He comes off as very scruffy and suspicious; From his filthy black hair to his shoeless feet, he's someone that you wouldn't trust too easily with money, or food, or just about anything that's valuable.
There's also a dagger hidden underneath one of his sleeves, though he doesn't use it for anything other than to look intimidating.
Personality: For a thief, he's not really all that greedy. Of course, he takes every opportunity he can profit from as ruthless as possible, his job called for it.. It's not like he's taking it all for himself though, he always shares a piece of his loot with his band of outcasts. He knows what it's like to be forsaken by everyone, and he makes it his duty to keep others from suffering the same. Hadley's also the curious type, not satisfied with the explanations the church gave him, he finds things out himself. Whether from word of mouth or discovery, he's in a constant search for knowledge when he's not stealing.
Story:
I don' remember lots about my childhood. Parents say that one day they found me on the streets one day and brought me along. Good folks they were, always running around town to town, entertain' people and the like. Yea, they were entertainers, not always liked, course' not believing in god isn't a good way to gain a lot of popularity. Got stoned a lot we did, say somethin' against god and the whole town's after ya. There was this one time, was fifteen I think... We were driven out of town by a mob, twas' horrible, everyone's screamin', "Gypsy scum!" and all that, whatever that meant.
I got left behind in the mess, almost got beaten to death, barely got out of there. So I wandered awhile. Noone would give me anything, so I had to start stealin' what I wanted. S'not hard once you get how to do it.
I was alright with stealing for awhile, then I see this kid in the streets. He's all cryin' and stuff, he's in rags, the poor tyke. I took him in, started to steal for em'. Soon, the kid's gone told a whole bunch of others, and they all wanted stuff too. So I decided to take care of all of em', I mean, no one else is gonna, righ'?
So we start traveling together, never stayin' in one place too long, don't wanna get caught by any barons you know. Kept picking up kids off the streets wherever we went, I thin' we got fifty or so now.
Why not? I could use some apprentices.
