Name: Archibald Lark
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: Human
Godly Parent: N/A
Relationships: The Lark family an aristocratic house
Role: Technically a lord. Identifies as a poet
Personality: A very naive young boy who romanticizes and idealizes crime seeing it as an exciting and adventurous prospect. Doesn't know what he's doing most of the time really just going with the flow and seeing the best in everything.
Appearance: Tries to dress as a simple street urchin. For clothing has a dirty brown vest over a soot-stained white shirt. He has matching brown tattered brown pants as well as a brown messenger's cap. The clothes though slightly dirty are actually expensive soft cotton imported from a distant land. Archie himself is short and thin being about five five and a half feet and weighing slightly above one hundred pounds. His youthful face curves down to a slight heart shape with bright yellow hair, a perpetual smile, and bright blue eyes.
Gear: A quill, Some ink, Some Parchment
Abilities: Acrobatic climber and Experienced pickpocket
Combat Skills: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Weaknesses: Physically small, Physically weak, Naive, Easily bored, Too Trusting.
Other Skills: Has a lot of money, Loves literature ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Bio: The Third born son of a wealthy Aristocrat who made his fortune in trade overseas Archibald wasn't actually expected to do much except smile at parties and maybe get married off to some woman he doesn't know once his family's found a worthy house to use him as a bargaining chip. And so Archie lived a bored and solemn life being taught and trapped in his mansion at the sun district by stick in the mud tutors and stick in the mud classes where he learned literally nothing. His only solace was his books where he would read of amazing thieves stealing the jewels of rich oppressors and giving to the poor and needy, Of terrifying brutes with kind hearts prowling the streets to deliver justice to those that do wrong and charming rogues who with hearts of gold always doing what's right. One night when Archie was about eleven he decided to sneak away to the moon district where luckily some thug had not found him and instead he met a company of young urchins. He joined their gang but had to leave although he did return to visit the moon district every few days. Even now that he was older he's still held a friendly relation with the orphans usually giving bread, cheese, and pastries to them.
Additional Info: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯