Appearance: my little thief,final version by *jiuge on deviantART Very similar to this, but with loose pants and a leather vest. And a man’s chest! >_<
- Three sets of lock picks all of various sets so that no matter the lock, he is able to pick it within a reasonable amount of time.
- Two daggers, one of each leg in a holster with a Zatoichi tied neatly to his back.
- Three pouches, small in size that are tied to his side at all times. No one has been able to figure out what is in them.
- A handgun with a single bullet
Childish to a fault with a desire unlike any before for winning. Innately clever, cruel, and boundless. Intelligence for logical and illogical reasoning far surpass even those with many years of training. And his charisma, psychological value, over others comes at a high price… for his victim.
We all have a history that we wish to tell one day, Astrum is no different, but he is also different at the same time; he walks a path unknown to him, and to others, and sees only the new day as hell—a hell that only he could understand. It all began many years ago, ten to be precise, was a day that the sun of his star system blackens… that he began to ascend to his second life.
Cold… the numbing coldness grew on his limbs and filled his mind with fear.
”Who am I…” a single thought process occurred suddenly, violent at first but soon the crystallization began to grip firmly onto their words. “Who am I?” the sound was clearer this time, though still faint and hard to understand.
Dripping water came from a far off place as the boy slowly tilted his head upward, his face was visibly mangled, bruises and welts grew on his face and from many areas he bleed profusely. Slowly the boy stood on his knees, his clothes lay strewn about him in bloody tatters. He looked as far as he could see.
There was only darkness.
The sun was blacked out for three days. All of the world’s technology plunged, warped, and broke under the madness the people went through. Very little actually lived through the three days, Astrum was one of the lucky ones who was believed to be dead and was ignored from then on. His name, face, and memory were all taken forcibly away.
Astrum was seven then and scrounging through the trash and dead looking for food. He only did so copying the adults and the way they lived. With this he grew vicious, jealous of his food and allowed no one to come near and often killed to keep his life intact. In this style Astrum lived to see his fourteenth birthday when a new enemy rose up in his chest like a raging dragon thirsty for sheep and treasure—as the legends tell.
Astrum grew lustful for a body, a woman’s to be precise. He has seen the act of “love-making” being done before him many times in the past, in the streets. Until now Astrum paid them no heed, whether there was a raping being committed or not, and stepped on by and occasionally asking the love-making pair for some spare food. He happened upon many women then, some came to him willingly and others he forced his duty upon them and silenced their screaming simply. For two years he lived like that, stealing from others, raping, and pillaging, bullying, and, overall, living the only way he knew how.
One night of the last year of this tale, Astrum, who was nameless up until this point, finally received his name. It happened during a routine theft, he was at a not so typical house, with furnishings of the high quality sort, he tripped the trap and as punishment was to live with the man he stole from for as long as he desired, or be tortured in many, unfathomable ways till the ends of his days. Until his mind breaks. Against his better judgment, Astrum took to living with the man who is… well that isn’t really important.
Astrum gained his name, Astrum, from that man who turned out to be a highly skilled scholar. He was out gazing at the stars one day so intently that it seemed he wished to travel them one day, side by side and free from the hellish world.
“That is what ‘Astrum’ means in Latin,” the mysterious man had said then and from that day on, Astrum had a name. But he lost infinitely to gain it also; the man vanished, without a trace, one lonely day as blood seeped from the walls*.
Faith: Astrum, like many others first believed in a God, some God to put his soul into for an eternity, but as age came he grew wiser, cunning, and clever enough to realize his foolishness. To accept a god would be the same as admitting defeat. He would no longer rely on anyone else.
*That is a metaphor saying that Astrum was so shocked and mentally stressed that he could only see blood.
Have I left anything out?