Thief

In comes Mr. Hanson

The best thing in this life is running around at night. Over buildings, through streets, around guards, etc, etc. I love it. Though it isn't that much fun when you get caught, of course, because in my particular occupation, that's a very, very bad thing.

When I was little, my parents were taken by some noble's guardsman because they hadn't been able to pay their tax for several months - because of the slow crop yield that year - and I haven't seen them since. My family lost everything then, and I was tossed out on the street with nowhere to go. I was overlooked by every noble because I wasn't a noble, and none of the commoners would take me in because they couldn't afford another mouth to feed. I almost had to either go into servitude, be a male prostitute, or I would starve to death. The servitude option wasn't looking too good.

Luckily, a few weeks afterwards, I met this man who took me in and started to teach me his occupation. His name was Ontorio Mason Frazier. The main reason he took me in was that I had no place to go. Another was that he said he knew my father and they were great friends. He said I looked just like him. The stark black hair that looks blue when the light reflects off of it, the same hairstyle as well. Not too short or long, and slicked back. My skin was just like fresh honey, and my eyes were the color of the setting sun. He said I was going to grow to be his exact height as well.

He died years after I had joined him and met his daughter. Now I'm running things. I keep the nobles in check. They always need to be looking towards the shadows, because the shadows are always looking back. If they don't, they'll be sorry. I'm the thief, Darius Hanson.