A daring young acrobat, he flies through the air with the greatest of ease.
A strange young man, Kenneth has almost two personalities. While performing, he is loud, boistrous, and attention grabbing. He takes as much of the limelight as possible. Otherwise, however, he tends to prefer avoiding notice as much as possible, blending in with the crowd, staying out of the line of sight, and just generally going unnoticed. Either way though, he is a daring boy, who tends to take chances doing things most people would condemn as crazy.
Performance clothing: An excitable array of brightly colored cloths, designed to catch the eye. When standing around, it merely looks busy, but when in motion, the meticulous placement of loose ends allows for a spectacular motion, sometimes seeming that the boy and garment flow into eachother.
Nightime Clothing: Simple garb of muted grays and browns.
Both: Always on him is his simple dirk, kept strapped to his leg, and a throwing knife in his left sleeve.
Pack: In his pack, Kenneth keeps two long (twenty and ten meters, respectively) pieces of strong twine, able to support his body weight, and on each end is a small metal spike. Also included is several climbing spikes, and other tools of the trade.
Having traveled with the caravan since before he can remember, the group is family to him. He was born to a fortune tellr in the caravan, but she was killed by somebody who didn't like what she told him when Kenneth was eight. But she was right. The man did lose his fortune. But that's beside the point. Kenneth was raised by the others of the caravan, and began performing soon after his mother's death. At the age of ten, he realised the wind seemed to be in his favor more often than not, and at the age of eleven, realized why. He could manipulate it, allowing for more intense and amazing feats of skill then ever before. He has been developing this skill ever since, and he has become one of the troupes most accomplished acrobatts.