Name: Snitch
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Faction: Street urchin/thief/informant
Class: N/A
Appearance: Standing at a full six feet tall, one would think Snitch would act his age, yet that’s not quite true. Walking with a hunch to his back, he likes to make himself appear younger than he really is. That seems to help in procuring “shinies” for himself. With dirty blonde hair almost constantly dirty and cut short by his own hand, he appears six years younger than he really is. His skin is pale and almost as smooth as a baby’s aside from his hands, which are rather callused from years of living on the streets. Wearing little more than a pair of dingy brown shorts and a monk’s robe that he snatched from a man’s laundry basket, he looks every bit as young as he acts, at least when he’s all dirty and dingy like a child in a pigsty. His eyes of blue twinkle with a knowledge that a child would not usually have, however, a mischievous light in his eyes almost constantly. The most expensive piece of his attire consists of a stolen leather belt, which holds his second weapon…yet another stolen article, a large hunting knife with a stag’s horn handle hanging at his side.
Weapon(s): Aside from the large hunting knife, he carries a small dagger, long and thin, rolled into his robe, used more for stabbing than slashing.
Bio: Snitch is a street rat, pure and simple. Street rat, street urchin, any other name one could think of, it would fit for Snitch. Born to a mother who could care less and a father who didn’t care for either, Snitch was never even named. He lived life as a nameless bastard child for quite some time, dashing through the streets, often with pursuit hot on his heels. Only when he came to know quite a few contacts did he earn the name Snitch, often being the go-between for black market contacts and those who wish to buy from them. He only ever wants a few “shinies,” his word for coins and other such shiny things, for his information, also a capable thief, for he has a quick hand and even quicker mind. His eyes dart to and fro, always looking about for something to either steal or someone to get a few “shinies” from. In recent years, he’s taken up to following along with Slayers when he can, for they always pay good “shinies” for his information when they find it hard to procure it for himself. He specifically takes interest in Slayers of the female persuasion, disliking the males, for they have a habit of batting him around for being a bit annoying at times. At one point during his life, he also had a friend named Ike, telling people when he was younger that, in his words, “I like Ike.”