Meet the kid
Character Information
Name: Mitham
Age: 9
Appearance:
He’s a cute little boy, with brown hair, and bright brown eyes. He stands about average height for his age. Currently his clothes consist of an oversized shirt, and a pair of pants that he’s long grown out of and are threadbare in most spots, especially notable are the large holes in the knees.
Personality:
Mitham’s a sweet kid. Like any typical little boy, he’s got a playful streak to him, a sharp imagination, and, like some children, a love for learning. Actually, his interest in knowledge would get him picked on in a modern setting, but he wouldn’t care. He’s a learning sponge and will take any information that someone is willing to give him.
Because of experiences, though, Mitham is, first and foremost, a thief. He has learned the hard way to look out for himself first, and that authority figures are more than likely going to hurt him rather than help him. Towards adults (of any race) he can be defiant (if he thinks he can get away), or he can play the helpless child in hopes of playing on the person’s sympathies and being let go. In all honesty, though, he hates the lifestyle.
If not necessarily due to a proper sense of right and wrong, but more the learned experience of the consequences, he knows that stealing is wrong. He wants to live right, he wants to get by without stealing, but he knows he can’t. Under it all, though, he really is a sweet kid, and he can’t help but care for others, though more often than not he manages to ignore those feelings in favor of self-preservation.
When he does find someone to care for though, when he has let his guard down enough to let someone that close, he is fiercely loyal and protective, kind of getting a “big brother” complex over those younger. Those really are the only people he’s allowed close at all, are those younger, those that need the help he didn’t get.
So all-in-all Mitham is sweet, loyal to those he trusts, is a learning sponge, and suffers from a learned paranoia of adults or other authority figures. He does what he has to in order to survive while hating every minute of it and fearing the consequences that circumstances have rendered unavoidable.
Character history:
Mitham was born to a poor couple on a small plot of land. The family was doing well, but when Mitham was four the family landed on hard times. The land was taken, and the boy’s parents were taken away to work under a richer land owner. Mitham was too young to put to work yet and was put into a local orphanage.
He lived there all right for a year, until he was adopted by another local farmer. In many ways it could not really be considered a true adoption. Mitham was put to work in the man’s house, more like a slave or servant than part of the family. He was treated about the same as a house servant. Just shy of seven-years-old he decided to leave, to look for his parents, and so he ran away from his current “owners”.
He had no luck finding his parents and ended up adapting to life on the streets. He learned quickly how to steal and not get caught (most of the time), how to get by on what little he could manage. He’s been caught numerous times in the last two years, taken multiple beatings that have left him scarred, and ended up enslaved for a short time to pay for his continued thefts.
There has been one notable upside in the last two years. He’s made a friend, someone to be responsible for, and it’s given him a reason to keep trying for a better life. A little Amin girl, a panda-type named Shaila, ended up playing the role of little sister for Mitham. He’s done what he’s been able to keep them both going. The girl is sick, and Mitham has left his “little sister” hidden and has gone out to steal some medicine for her.
Powers and Abilities:
Mitham’s skills lie in his ability to move quietly and quickly. As a thief he is more likely to get away if he can manage to stay unnoticed and unseen. So he’s learned to be stealthy, and quick. He’s also an agile little boy. It helps to be hard to catch once spotted, and hard to hold on to if caught.
He’s a smart kid too. Don’t let his lack of ability to read and write fool you. He’s a fast learner and thinks fast on his feet. He’s creative and imaginative, and it helps in getting out of sticky situations sometimes.
World Summary:
Reirinsei would be considered something of a medieval fantasy world. Technology is limited, or rather...lost as is the truth of the mater. The once technologically advanced world was decimated by war, magic and demons and much of what was known was lost millennia ago. So now, the world is a medieval mess of lords vying for power, kings ruling their kingdoms and peasants trying to get by in their daily lives. Life is hard work and everybody works hard.
Social status is first determined by race. Only Humans can hold the highest positions on the mainlands. Amin are considered outsiders, but they are a strong and animal (literally) people and so are respected to a point. Amin are allowed certain rights and freedoms, allowed to own small pieces or land or start small businesses, but are also just as prone to ending up on the slave markets if they’re not careful. J’har (think elves) are considered a slave race. Historians speculate that this goes back to the war that nearly destroyed their world, but no one knows for sure. As J’har are the only ones capable of using the Elemental magic of the world they are feared and oppressed. Those found to be able to wield are often put to death so the “slave/tool” doesn’t have a chance to turn on their masters.
The magic of the world is elemental based, and a genetic trait of the J’har. Only one kind of magic can be learned by any race, the “non-Element” or Anti, and it is a forbidden power, believed to draw the attention of demons (which it does).
For Human orphans there are places where the kids can stay, orphanages really. Though those coming to adopt the children are just as likely to be taking them for cheap labor as to be taking a child into their home to raise as their new son or daughter. Especially the lower class, with less money, but just as much need for workers, will go to the orphanages for children to “adopt” and put to work. This is usually considered acceptable because many orphaned children are thieves, and slavery, if only for a brief time, is considered acceptable punishment for theft.
Samples
First person:
[The feed comes on and it seems the boy fiddles with it a bit longer.] This...this thing....doing what it was before? People hearing me? [a pause]
Um...I-I, uh...[huffs] I was wondering if anyone had some clothes I could use. [embarrassed little boy pout]
Mine um...kind of fell apart. [and Nautilus’ habit of returning stolen items hasn’t been helping...] So uh. Yeah. I guess I......I...yeah, if someone has something that’d be great. Thanks.
[doesn’t know how to turn the feed off, so when he gets up to walk away it’s obvious he’s holding his pants up, or closed rather, a split all the way up the back of one leg clearly visible as he kind of waddles away.]
Third Person:
He had been watching the shop all day. It was a small clinic run by an elderly Amin that seemed nice enough. Well... nice to people that could pay anyway. Mitham had no illusions that he would be quickly booted from the clinic if he went in, especially once the healer found out he had nothing to pay with. It did not change that he needed medicine. He just hoped he could find the right stuff.
He needed to find the right medicine. Shaila had been dealing with a nasty cough for a long time now, and it was starting to sound worse. So she wasn’t his actual family, but that didn’t matter to him. She was family now, she needed someone. He knew all too well that as an Amin if she were caught stealing she’d spend the rest of her life as someone’s slave, and he couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let anything happen to her. And so he did what he had to.
It wasn’t that he liked to steal. If nothing else the beatings he had taken when caught were reason enough to hate stealing. More than that, though, he hated knowing that he was taking from someone else, something another had worked hard for, maybe even needed. There were times he would find himself imagining someone going hungry while he and Shaila ate that night.
Still, it was steal or die, a matter of survival, and even if he had the will to just lie down and die he certainly could not let the same happen to Shaila. So he did what he had to, and took what he needed whenever opportunity presented itself.
And that is what he was doing now. Pulling a deep breath he put his mind to task and slipped quietly to the clinic’s small window. He found himself pleading with whatever higher power might be out there for help. He just had to find the right medicine, he just had to.
Name: Mitham
Age: 9
Appearance:
He’s a cute little boy, with brown hair, and bright brown eyes. He stands about average height for his age. Currently his clothes consist of an oversized shirt, and a pair of pants that he’s long grown out of and are threadbare in most spots, especially notable are the large holes in the knees.
Personality:
Mitham’s a sweet kid. Like any typical little boy, he’s got a playful streak to him, a sharp imagination, and, like some children, a love for learning. Actually, his interest in knowledge would get him picked on in a modern setting, but he wouldn’t care. He’s a learning sponge and will take any information that someone is willing to give him.
Because of experiences, though, Mitham is, first and foremost, a thief. He has learned the hard way to look out for himself first, and that authority figures are more than likely going to hurt him rather than help him. Towards adults (of any race) he can be defiant (if he thinks he can get away), or he can play the helpless child in hopes of playing on the person’s sympathies and being let go. In all honesty, though, he hates the lifestyle.
If not necessarily due to a proper sense of right and wrong, but more the learned experience of the consequences, he knows that stealing is wrong. He wants to live right, he wants to get by without stealing, but he knows he can’t. Under it all, though, he really is a sweet kid, and he can’t help but care for others, though more often than not he manages to ignore those feelings in favor of self-preservation.
When he does find someone to care for though, when he has let his guard down enough to let someone that close, he is fiercely loyal and protective, kind of getting a “big brother” complex over those younger. Those really are the only people he’s allowed close at all, are those younger, those that need the help he didn’t get.
So all-in-all Mitham is sweet, loyal to those he trusts, is a learning sponge, and suffers from a learned paranoia of adults or other authority figures. He does what he has to in order to survive while hating every minute of it and fearing the consequences that circumstances have rendered unavoidable.
Character history:
Mitham was born to a poor couple on a small plot of land. The family was doing well, but when Mitham was four the family landed on hard times. The land was taken, and the boy’s parents were taken away to work under a richer land owner. Mitham was too young to put to work yet and was put into a local orphanage.
He lived there all right for a year, until he was adopted by another local farmer. In many ways it could not really be considered a true adoption. Mitham was put to work in the man’s house, more like a slave or servant than part of the family. He was treated about the same as a house servant. Just shy of seven-years-old he decided to leave, to look for his parents, and so he ran away from his current “owners”.
He had no luck finding his parents and ended up adapting to life on the streets. He learned quickly how to steal and not get caught (most of the time), how to get by on what little he could manage. He’s been caught numerous times in the last two years, taken multiple beatings that have left him scarred, and ended up enslaved for a short time to pay for his continued thefts.
There has been one notable upside in the last two years. He’s made a friend, someone to be responsible for, and it’s given him a reason to keep trying for a better life. A little Amin girl, a panda-type named Shaila, ended up playing the role of little sister for Mitham. He’s done what he’s been able to keep them both going. The girl is sick, and Mitham has left his “little sister” hidden and has gone out to steal some medicine for her.
Powers and Abilities:
Mitham’s skills lie in his ability to move quietly and quickly. As a thief he is more likely to get away if he can manage to stay unnoticed and unseen. So he’s learned to be stealthy, and quick. He’s also an agile little boy. It helps to be hard to catch once spotted, and hard to hold on to if caught.
He’s a smart kid too. Don’t let his lack of ability to read and write fool you. He’s a fast learner and thinks fast on his feet. He’s creative and imaginative, and it helps in getting out of sticky situations sometimes.
World Summary:
Reirinsei would be considered something of a medieval fantasy world. Technology is limited, or rather...lost as is the truth of the mater. The once technologically advanced world was decimated by war, magic and demons and much of what was known was lost millennia ago. So now, the world is a medieval mess of lords vying for power, kings ruling their kingdoms and peasants trying to get by in their daily lives. Life is hard work and everybody works hard.
Social status is first determined by race. Only Humans can hold the highest positions on the mainlands. Amin are considered outsiders, but they are a strong and animal (literally) people and so are respected to a point. Amin are allowed certain rights and freedoms, allowed to own small pieces or land or start small businesses, but are also just as prone to ending up on the slave markets if they’re not careful. J’har (think elves) are considered a slave race. Historians speculate that this goes back to the war that nearly destroyed their world, but no one knows for sure. As J’har are the only ones capable of using the Elemental magic of the world they are feared and oppressed. Those found to be able to wield are often put to death so the “slave/tool” doesn’t have a chance to turn on their masters.
The magic of the world is elemental based, and a genetic trait of the J’har. Only one kind of magic can be learned by any race, the “non-Element” or Anti, and it is a forbidden power, believed to draw the attention of demons (which it does).
For Human orphans there are places where the kids can stay, orphanages really. Though those coming to adopt the children are just as likely to be taking them for cheap labor as to be taking a child into their home to raise as their new son or daughter. Especially the lower class, with less money, but just as much need for workers, will go to the orphanages for children to “adopt” and put to work. This is usually considered acceptable because many orphaned children are thieves, and slavery, if only for a brief time, is considered acceptable punishment for theft.
Samples
First person:
[The feed comes on and it seems the boy fiddles with it a bit longer.] This...this thing....doing what it was before? People hearing me? [a pause]
Um...I-I, uh...[huffs] I was wondering if anyone had some clothes I could use. [embarrassed little boy pout]
Mine um...kind of fell apart. [and Nautilus’ habit of returning stolen items hasn’t been helping...] So uh. Yeah. I guess I......I...yeah, if someone has something that’d be great. Thanks.
[doesn’t know how to turn the feed off, so when he gets up to walk away it’s obvious he’s holding his pants up, or closed rather, a split all the way up the back of one leg clearly visible as he kind of waddles away.]
Third Person:
He had been watching the shop all day. It was a small clinic run by an elderly Amin that seemed nice enough. Well... nice to people that could pay anyway. Mitham had no illusions that he would be quickly booted from the clinic if he went in, especially once the healer found out he had nothing to pay with. It did not change that he needed medicine. He just hoped he could find the right stuff.
He needed to find the right medicine. Shaila had been dealing with a nasty cough for a long time now, and it was starting to sound worse. So she wasn’t his actual family, but that didn’t matter to him. She was family now, she needed someone. He knew all too well that as an Amin if she were caught stealing she’d spend the rest of her life as someone’s slave, and he couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let anything happen to her. And so he did what he had to.
It wasn’t that he liked to steal. If nothing else the beatings he had taken when caught were reason enough to hate stealing. More than that, though, he hated knowing that he was taking from someone else, something another had worked hard for, maybe even needed. There were times he would find himself imagining someone going hungry while he and Shaila ate that night.
Still, it was steal or die, a matter of survival, and even if he had the will to just lie down and die he certainly could not let the same happen to Shaila. So he did what he had to, and took what he needed whenever opportunity presented itself.
And that is what he was doing now. Pulling a deep breath he put his mind to task and slipped quietly to the clinic’s small window. He found himself pleading with whatever higher power might be out there for help. He just had to find the right medicine, he just had to.