Race: human
Age: 6
Eyes: blue
Background: When he was born, his father was out in the world, due to the war, never to be seen or heard from again, so in reality he never had a father. His mother who gave him birth, was at the time, and always had been mentally unstable for a long time. She went totally crazy after Mytho was born, due to the fact that she was mentally ill... but also because she was now alone to raise her child and only thought it fit that her child was the cause of her problems, so most of the time her rage was taken out on helpless Mytho.
As Mytho grew, there was only his mother and a single maid left to care for him. His mother never wanted anything to do with him, so the maid raised him herself, as well as she could.
Mytho was a weak child from all the beatings he'd recieved as a child, yet he still had a rather positive out look on the world. He also grew to be rather good-looking and he took on a startiling resemblence to his father, even at his young age, which just made his mother more furious at the man that had left her, so he recieved more beatings as her grew older.
One day, when Mytho was five he returned home after being outside for too long. He knew he would be in for a beating, but he had just lost track of time. When he stepped in the door, he was filled with shock. The maid, who had raised him was lying face down on the couch. He was aware that the maid was never to be seen setting down, or resting until certain hours. His eyes moved to the clock, which was the last thing the maid had taught him. To tell time. The hands weren't in the right spots for her time of rest yet. He ran to her side and shook her hoping to make her wake up, but she didn't move.
the next thing Mytho new he was flying through the air, and he landed against a wall. he began to cry and his mothe began her rage once again.
"Why?! You can't do anything! Why were you even born! I hate you! you look so much like him! Why don't yopu just go live with him?! You haven't been anything but a burden to me! I hate you!"
All Mytho could do was cry, he couldn't understand what his mother meant by her words, but what the maid had told him. She had told him that if ever something happened to her to run. Plus something shiny and unusual was in his mother's hand, and she thrust it foward at him. Blood trickled from his stomache for she had just stabbed him.
An unusual odor came from his mother, something he had never before smelled except when mother had her friends over. Something the maid had called 'alchohol'. He grabbed his side and ran. he ran as fast as her could, as far as he could. He heard his mother scream behind him,and her footsteps for a length of time, but then they died away.
He continued to run through the empty streets of town. No one really passed a second glance at him. He finally sat down in an alley not knowing at all where to go, from then on he was alone.
Personality: For a child, he acts very mature, he knows how to care for himself. He is a very curious person in general, but he is very shy and skittish. He is a cautious person, and he isn't very loud. He prefers to be alone, even when other children his age are around. He doesn't like attention, but he envies children who have caring families.
Weaknesses: Being that he is a child, he can't really defend himself well, also he isn't very smart due to lacking a firm parent.
Strengths: He is small and brave, so he isn't easily intimidated and he can fit into small places and run quickly. He also knows how to pick-pocket a bit.
weapons: a small dagger
Appearance:
(Mytho at age 13.... the closest I could get to his description...)
