At the tender age of sixteen, Reacher longtalon had already killed two men and stolen from the richest baron in his wretched little city. From birth he had fought tooth and nail to simply survive. His parents, who had abandoned him outside of an orphanage at infancy, were totally unknown to him. The orphanage he had been left outside of was a large one, full of children of all ages. The other children treated Reacher as a leper, an outcast. They bullied him incessantly and often they beat him, stole from him, and left him bloodied and bruised. It wasn't any social inability that garnered the unwanted attention,for he was a very cheerful child, but his race that brought about the torment. Being a Tokarie, a race of half human and half bird beasts, he was rather different from the others. His bones were hallow and he was of slight build. He was fast and agile,able to outrun any of his fellow orphans, as well as smart and cunning. His upper torso had large feathers overlapping along his back, thighs, and outsides of his arms. Both his beak and feathers were midnight black like the night sky during new moon.
When the other boys stole from him or hit him, he would always get revenge in some way, such as putting fire ants in their beds or lighting their trousers aflame with a candle in the night. As he grew older he began showing an aptitude for stealth. His feathers deadened all noise his movement would have otherwise made. So often he stole bread or gems from nobles pockets while the other children watched in silent awe. Not too long after he discovered his inborn gift he finally began gaining respect from his housemates. The beatings stopped, as did the jokes and laughter. At eleven he was recruited into a guild of thieves, and almost immediately he found he rivaled even the most stealthy of the guild. Only after a few short months of training he was doing jobs most grown men would shy from, but not Reacher. He was courageous, but not arrogant, and never let his guard down. He pushed his limitations everyday, because he knew he had to, else he wouldn't be respected by his guild mates.
Only once was he caught, resulting in the deaths of two nobles who tried to end him. He didn't like killing, but was not afraid to if it became necessary. However his trade never called for self defence. All went well until the day he stole from the head baron if his city, and his guild used him to save their own skins...
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