Name: Justin Bursar

But you can call them: Jubs

God: Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, God of Athletics, Travel, and Thieves, among others

Age: 9

Looks: Jubs is a little short, around 3'11". He has long, scraggly brown hair, which is usually pulled back and held in a ponytail with a dirty strip of cloth. His features have a slightly angular quality to them, including a hawkish nose, which gives him a predatory look. His eyes are a normal brown, but have an intense glare to them. He has a lean build, though it's more because he's underfed than because of a natural build. Several years surviving on the streets has given him good muscle tone as well.
The clothes he wears are very dirty, and have several tears in them.

Godly TraitsInstead of normal human feet, he has paws, complete with blunt claws, similar to a greyhound or cheetah, though they have no fur, and are the same color as the rest of his skin. There are pads on the bottom of his paws, which are tough enough to handle running through the city without causing injury. Because of this, Jubs has no need for shoes, not that he could find any to fit him anyways. On his ankles, and on the sides of his head, there are small white and brown feathers growing.

How do his godly traits relate to his god? Hermes was the Messenger of the Gods, unsurpassed in speed. Jubs' digitigrade feet give him better traction, and are more suited to running than a normal plantigrade human foot. Hermes was always depicted wearing a winged hat and winged sandals, and the feathers growing on Jubs imitate this.

Personality: After being abandoned by anyone he has ever put his trust in, Jubs has become bitter and angry, far beyond his years. He's come to despise the normal humans, envying their natural forms. Having lived in the slums for so long, he is devoid of manners and tact, and will do whatever is necessary to survive. While still living with his gang, he had made some good friends, and but after being kicked out, he broke all contact, even with those who had spoken up for him. Most people will find him quiet and sullen, waiting for an opportunity to leave their presence, and glaring daggers at their backs.

Background: Jubs was born to the Rich, and for the first four-five years of his life, lived in privilege. It was then that he started to manifest the traits of his God. More concerned with their appearance than with the welfare of their son, Jubs' parents dropped him off in Middling one night. Left to fend for himself at such a young age, he wouldn't have lasted long had not a gang of street urchins, varying in age from four to fifteen, took him in. Despite his physical deformities, he was welcomed into the gang, and soon found a place stealing food, using his speed to his advantage. It was there he was nicknamed Jubs, a combination of his first and last name. For several years he lived with them, eking out an existence in the Downers, which could almost be said to be pleasant, or at least as pleasant as it could be down there. He had risen to what could be called a position of power in the gang, helping to ensure the gang's future. Some of the older members, however, were jealous of the much younger child having moved so far above them. ((more later, tired and can't think))