"'A' really is my full name. May I help you?"
A is a generally timid 15-year-old. His abuse from superior officers has given him a rather shy demeanor. He is nonetheless very loyal to higher classes; not out of generousity but fear. His social interactions show his unwritten rule of "Don't speak unless spoken to." He typically talks with his body more than his voice, with inquisitive facial expressions and distinctive hand motions over blatant speach. However, he subconsiously seeks adventure... Or at least a something to break up his monotonous life.
A carries a satchel filled with a few coins and whatever things he might contextually need.
Other than that, his tools are limited to what he is assigned.
Born in the small, hilly town in Manterra, A was a regular country-worker. However, when the Navy came by for regular drafting, he had no choice but to serve his role, since his father, the only other man in the house, was a cripple. A was initially put into a role in simple patrol and combat; however, it did not take long to realize he was too much of a coward for fighting. He has since served as a worker and bard, tending every mundane task from cleaning to cooking, as well as occassionally serving as an unarmed lookout, reporting all unusual sights to more fitting crew to handle the matters, in addition to his bard duty.