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Common information

Official name: Barry Ward
Born Named: Bäret Linberg (Bear-et) (Lin-berg Means Linden moutain)
Sex: Male
Birth location: Snowland (Sweden)
Sexuality: Unknown

Current Age: Fifteen

Residence: Palisades' Home for children
Occupation: Thief



Appearance

Physical Appearance:
Short and thin, long fingers and small feet. Barry has pale smooth skin and bright blue eyes with platinum blond hair. This is the normal look for where he was born. All but being short, that he has gotten from growing up in the cold ruthless orphanage. He often has smudges of dirt or bruises and scrapes making it hard for anyone to see the soft rounded features. While many boys his age have started to get angular as the loose their baby fat, Barry has kept rounded bones and lowered cheek bones giving him an innocent look that doesn’t match the fox like gleam in his gaze.

Should you peel the many layers of his clothes from him you would see that he is close to being painfully skinny from the lack of good or a large amount of food. However his small size comes in handy for speed and fitting into small spaces. His long and slender fingers are nimble and quick, easy to grab a loaf of bread or an apple before small silent feet would have him running like an animal in the hunters gaze. His hair is to the top of his shoulders, the ends curling up back toward his ears and crown of his head. Because of dirt it normally flat all but the ends but if it’s ever cleaned it gleams like sun light on snow and the whole mess curls like a lambs coat.

His finger nails always have dirt under them and seem to always be cracked but he never notices it. His teeth surprisingly are good; the one thing he does clean as it costs him no warmth from losing his layers of clothing or getting anything wet.

Commonly worn outfit:
Rags can best describe what he wears. Anything Barry can get his hands on is hurriedly put on, on top of whatever else he’s wearing. His clothing is a motely layer of colors from faded rust reds to forest greens. Shirts sweaters and a single coat make up his horde. His pants are no better. Browns blacks and what once could have been white but are stained browns green and above all grays from filth. He has a number of socks as well to make it so his oversized boots fit him. They have no laces and the right one is starting to get a hole at the sole of it.

He wears all of this and more during falls winter and spring. In the summer when it’s warm you might see him wearing the best pieces of his clothing. A white to yellow laced shirt far too big to have been originally his. Brown baggy pants tied with a thing worn rope. Surprisingly in summer you can actually see him be clean. Which doesn’t fail to surprise some people ever year.



Personality


Chosen words: Defensive, hoarder, skittish, untrusting, curious

Summary of the bulk:
TBA

Biography
Barry, was born Bäret. A boy born to a new couple delighted in their first child. Snowland was a harsh place though. The cold never really let up, and if always turned even the gentlest babe into a wolf. With the snow and the battering ocean wind against the rocky land; everyone grew tough or died. The new couple had heard of a new place, a new world and a voyage of a ship could get them there. They waited for Bäret to turn five, then the bundled him up and with their coin they bought passage to a better place.

The trip was rough, the family born of snow not sea. It grew even rougher as they approached the new land. Bäret’s father fell overboard smashing into ice, and his mother after grew ill then died. Bäret survived despite all odds against him. At the shore he was dumped and left by the ships captain. He did not care about the child, he had been paid to get them across and he had done so. What happened after he didn’t care and without parents the boy was no use to him. He left back across the sea after restocking.

Bäret wondered hungry sick and cold. It was only a matter of days before a fisherman’s wife got him on his ways to the child’s home. Through travel of foot and horse with various groups; he was plopped on the door step. Bäret was useful to no one, as he did not speak English at all. His parents had known just a tiny bit and had planned on getting him schooled, but they were gone. The child’s home sneered and shoved at him. Unhappy to be given such a useless child when there was already so many of them to feed and clothe.

From there his life took off. His name forced to change to Barry, a nasty plain name of this land. He learned to dodge the bigger children, learned to hide his things and horde his warm clothes. And he learned to steal whatever he needed. A few coins from a purse, an apple rom this cart one day and a bread from another next week. Keep things spread out and no one ever noticed. He even learned English; with not a single hand lifted to help him. Everyone thought him simple in the head and he was bullied to work to sweep and clean but he never made a peep for himself. Why should he?

No, the benefits of not talking far outweighed a complaint of his treatment that would only get his ear clipped. It was bad enough some called him a demon for his all too pale features. Said his eyes were from an ice demon and that was why he had no parents. What stung worse still was his name; but he never said a word. His eyes keen and honed to watching, his ears straining always to hear. A fool hears all while the king hears but lies and pretty bells and coin.