"Kid's got the eyes of Death. Only soldiers look that way." - Anononymous Bystander

Player: billysheep

Character Name: Agon

Age: 11

Sex: Male

Species: Undetermined Canine Mutt

Height/Weight: 4'8/89lbs

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: A thin, muttish waif, one of many that prowl Einheit's streets. Obviously a pure canine, though his specific parentage is difficult to make out. His face is blocky as a hound's; his amber eyes are cat-slit as a fox's; he has a ragged, crested mane between his ears and down his shoulders, speaking of some maned wolf. His fur is a wild hodgepodge of colors, as if some great being had run out of colors and simply slapped what red, brown, black, and white he had left on the poor lad's dusky hide. That - along with a thin tail with a black bush on the end - is evidence, perhaps, of Painted Dog.

The boy wears whatever clothing he can get, on top of which is slapped ill-fitting scale, plate, and leather armor far too big for Agon's scrawny frame. His digitgrade feet are wrapped simply in filthy bandages and leather scraps, and large gloves are fairly bound to his hands. Though nothing appears to be wrong with his legs, the boy walks with a pronounced, unfaked limp.

Background: What can be known about the boy can easily be derived from his mannerisms, physical, and mental state. He is a child soldier, some remnant of the gangs that so frequently could be found anywhere in the world before - or even after - Einheit struck.

As of now, the boy simply tries to scrap by; grimly fighting for a place in the world, against opponents much larger and stronger than he.

Personality: Singularily serious and closed, not much can be described of his actual personality. He has been forced to grow up at a rate that does not promise mental health; as a consequence, he tends to have some odd quirks, obsessive compulsions, and beliefs that can surface, unchecked, at any time. When he speaks, his words tend to follow a grim and archaic way of thought and pattern. His Anglic accent is slight, but it is there.

Weapons/Equipment: A beat-up, notched old sword he sheathes across the waist.