He didn't look dangerous at first, like just another street rat, the only thing dangerous that he carried with him was the diseases from the slums. But they had never seen him fight. He didn't need a weapon, he never had, he never will. He would rip out your throat with his bare hands if it came down to that, he had done it too, and he would do it again, for the right price.
People always said that the most dangerous creatures are the prettiest. Perhaps that was true. But they forgot the ones that bit back. but he wasn't bright or flashy, he was like the cobra. Looking like another one of the common, useless snakes that roamed the streets, but when he reared his ugly head, fists raise, that is when you felt the meaning of true fear. He might be in the body of a child, but he was a man that never knew what it meant to truly be young and reckless.
His hands were drenched in the blood of those he had been paid to kill. He was wallowing in the money he had pillaged from those people. His pain was something that he vented through violence and thievery. His rage was torn out of the enemies of others.
He was the person that you took the further, more dangerous way home to avoid. He was the person waiting in the shadows of the thoughts of soldiers that patrolled the streets. He was the unshakeable plague of the unrighteous. He was sitting like a stone in the back of a politician's mind.
He was the one person that you should truly fear.
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Fun fact: He was abandoned when he was seven years old
Age: 16
Height: 5' 5"
Ethnicity: Native american
Hair color/texture: Black, straight
Eye color: Gold
