He's at least 5'6 ft tall, with a skinny build. Brown hair, blue eyes... Wears a blue shirt underneath a brown leather cape, with black pants, and a pair of brown leather boots.

Quite outgoing in normal situations, but somewhat nervous, jumpy under stressful circumstances.
Not really a rebellious typical teen type.
Likes seafood and is not afraid to try new ones.
Is trying to be responsible whenever he can. Even though he makes foolish decisions out of nervousness.
Is really inexperienced, but ready.
Is not a good flirt. Doesn't have any interest of having relationships.

Currently has a white handkerchief with blue laces on the edges. A small pocket knife which isn't really sharp. A duplicate key to his house. And a small sack cloth, which is empty, and is currently folded and tucked in his pocket.
Is a good runner.
Decent amount of stamina since he likes to run like at least 15 km, once a day per week. Although he needs to slow a bit after running for 10 minutes straight...
Has a bad long-range aim. Even though his eyesight is normal. So giving him a gun or making him throw something isn't a good idea. Hence running is his only sport.
Has an extreme hate of acid.
Is good at babysitting.
Can cook something basic.
Knows some few things about first aid.
He can drive land transportation.

He grew up in an urban neighborhood, with his parents along with his aunt on his father's side. He never left home until he end up wandering... His parents aren't really strict to begin with. He had a part time job working at the post office until he got lost.
At age of 4, he had a little brother. But 3 years later, his little brother died by accidentally consuming acid. Since then, he hated it. And because of it, he was an only child. He wanted a sibling, yet his mother was unable to reproduce anymore.
He had his first crush when he's 7. But left him brokenhearted.
Since he was 9, he began joining the running team at his school. He's one of the best. But that haven't stopped until now.
At age of 10, his father left home for a job.
When he was 11, he began making troubles along with his peers. Until he got injured by a hit-and-run car. His legs were never broken, but his ribs and arms were. After months of recovering, he was afraid to do something stupid since. Afterwards, his father returns. Of course, none of these ever stopped him from running.
At age of 17, he got his driving license. In fact, that he never past over 60 km/h.