Just a sad orphan.

He was always powerful, but his potential was wasted. He couldn't remember his mother anymore. Had he ever had a father? The streets were familiar to him, more so than a home had ever been.
 
The first people that found him knew he was special. They groomed him into power with sweet lies. A treat if he performed well, a fist if he did not. He lasted there until he was 7. When they marked his skin with ink to bind him he left before the spell could be complete.
 
He lived alone for a long time. Hunger became his companion. The rats of the street his only true friends. Anyone else would only use him. He needn't depend on others. What were people good for, anyway?
 
Until the church found him.
 
They knew he was powerful too, but they saw him as important. They knew he was chosen for something greater. He was only powerful because the Broken God had deemed it so. He is simply a Cog in the machine. And he is proud to be used.

Age

12

Date of Birth

eh?

Gender

Boyo

Eyes

Blue

Hair

Blonde

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Anemic

Height

4'3"

Weight

52lbs