Name: Leslie Warwick [Called Warwick]
Age: 23 [Born Spring, 1773]
Occupation: Tumbler
Appearance
Warwick is slightly taller than average, and built like an acrobat -- most likely because, well, he is. Normally pale skin is tanned dark from long days spent in the sun, and adorned with faint freckles everywhere that sticks out. His eyes, usually laughing, are a faded ice-blue, bright and narrow. His face, usually grinning, is long and sharp, planar, with defined cheekbones and a wide mouth. His ears are kind of big.
The crest of his hair, naturally black but usually bleached to pale or henna'd toward red, obviously cut by hand and on the road, is wild and uneven, standing up in the center, and woven through with brightly colored pieces of cloth. This matches the wild, piecemeal, heavily-layered clothing he tends to prefer, a rag clown dressed up in rags.
He is made all the stranger by the assortment of tattoos he has collected over the years, from neck to navel and down his arms.
The most important tattoo is across the back of his right shoulder, old and faded; at first it seems to be some kind of wildcat, arched back and hissing mouth. After a moment, like magic, the word pops out and into focus -- 'Reese', his brother's name. Beside this, stretching down his arm, a half-coiled snake, a handful of fish. There is a gem at the inside of his wrist, a diamond cut.
There is a solid black band around his left bicep, the ink broken by a smattering of skin-colored stars. Around his wrist winds the shape of a beaded bracelet. There is another gem here, on the inside, this one more circular.
The tattoos across his back begin as stalks of grain, slashing diagonally, the bottoms turning to crossed swords. Settled among them, at the small of his back, is one spiral rose, with a scattering of highly-stylized flowers around it.
Wrapping around his left hip is a sleek, bright-eyed fox. It's still rough, outlined, unfinished. His other hip is bare, but above that, across his stomach, is a sharp-edged, stylized tree that follows the shape of ribs below the skin. On his chest are two very black hand prints that look much like someone slapped paint-covered palms against his skin.
Personality
By nature and personality both, Warwick is a clown -- a traveling acrobat with everything he needs for a wandering show, and a sharp memory for news and information to supplement his income. He is cheerful and enthusiastic and perhaps overly energetic, unable to sit still. For all that he looks like a vagabond and a gypsy, he prefers not to supplement his income with the thievery that comes with this sort of work.
At least not anymore.
He tends to think the best of people and, as a result, is also rather easy to goad into doing favors, and gets into troublesome situations as a result.
Skills
Most of Warwick's energy is poured into his one-man-show, a small caravan full of belongings that he brings out to tumble in front of a crowd. Movement is his greatest skill, an effortless instinct for timing and balance. The ability to make people laugh is a second, mostly with physical comedy. He's not terribly bright, and is barely-educated -- and, in all honesty, he'd be better off with a partner or a troupe to keep him out of trouble. But he manages. And hunts, just a bit, to supplement what he can buy with his earnings.
History
Warwick's mother was a wanderer and a bit of a con -- selling potions out of the back of her caravan, moving quickly from one place to another before people could catch up with her, and frequently taking a different custom entirely into her private quarters. This left the boys -- Leslie and his half-brother Reese -- on their own enough that they learned to live without her. The pair of them set about learning how to perform, working together to put together a show that would help their mother out, would draw in crowds to which she could peddle her 'miracle brew'.
This all suited her just well and fine, until the day the boys packed up in the night and took off with most of her money and one of her mules to make it on their own. For years, the pair of them performed, slowly building up enough money to support themselves comfortably enough, traveling the country side to all those places people were starved for entertainment and taking news with them. Reese was, perhaps, a bit less moral than his little brother, frequently also taking the opportunity to pick some pockets, to break into some empty homes, or to otherwise con and swindle what he could out of their clients.
About a year and a half ago, he pushed it a bit too far, and Warwick finally snapped -- breaking off from his big brother to go off on his own. He's less prosperous than they were together, but now he can be sure that those watching aren't having their wallets snatched as they watch the show.
