Name: Boy. Just Boy.

Age: 8

Appearance: Raven-black hair falls down to a few inches past his shoulders, tangled, messy, and scraggly, with a single shot of white in his bangs. His bangs often fall down over his eyes, a fact which annoys him to no end. His eyes are an icy, cold blue, flecked with steely grey and cobalt, and are often distant, detached. His skin is naturally pale, though he often has dirty patches of darker skin on him. Wears a loose, torn, black tee-shirt, reaching to about his thighs, and scruffy tracky bottoms with holes at the knees and muddy stains throughout. Fairly short- even for his age- standing at only four foot even, with a skinny, almost emaciated build.
Boy wears a tattered pair of checked black-and-white converts, much too big for his tiny feet, and very rarely takes them off, even when sleeping. He also has a leather-stringed necklace, with a silver four-leafed clover charm, about the size of his fingernail, attached to it. He has never taken this off.

Personality: Boy is a quiet child, choosing to keep to himself, and only speaking when absoloutely necessary. He finds it difficult to either find or keep friends, partly because most children his age have been brain-washed. The other part of it is that for such a young child, he has a very morbid thought process, and is often very depressing. For instance, say someone leaves to scout an area, saying they'll be back in two hours. If they're gone for two hours and five minutes, Boy will immediately assume they've either been killed or somehow inadvertently killed themselves, if they didn't just commit suicide. His view on life is to always assume the worst, and you'll never be let down or dissapointed.

Abilities/Skills: Boy is very weak, easily defeatable in any fight. He does, however, have a few redeeming traits. He can pick locks- a skill his older brother taught him before he left and never came back- and also happens to be very agile and fast. Another thing Boy is good at is getting into small spaces, something he does very well. In fact, he is actually terrified of small spaces, but ignores that fact when needed. If given the choice, however, he will choose an open space instead. Being Boy, he doesn't usually get a choice.

History: Parents dead, cause of death unknown. Raised by his older brother, Ten, a fellow Rioter. His brother left when he was seven years old, and never came back. Boy remains waiting for him, staying in the attic of a home near the other Rioter's, although it's only because he promised he would wait as long as it took. He believes Ten to have died the day he left, or so he claims.