Reed WIP

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Full Name: Reed
Alias: Ghost
Age: 28
Birthday: Season 00

Race: Sheikah
Occupation: Thief
Pronouns: Him, He, His
School of Magic: Farore




Appearance

Reed is covered in markings to mark his accomplishments. He has a tall lanky build with white hair and red eyes. He's normally seen adorning a black jacket bearing the mark of his clan on his back. Wrappings of loose bandage and a hood normally hides his face from the world when he is out and about.

Personality
Reed has a very twisted sense of personality to most. He isn't someone who looks at life as black and white. Instead he is someone that believes life is mostly a grey area. He does what he wants and whatever he can to further his own goals. Everything else doesn't really matter. Any laws or rules he follows are strictly his own and to many he may be seen as a monster or a villain. While to others he may be seen as a friend or a savoir. It all would strictly depend on how you ended up meeting Reed. As for his work he takes it rather seriously. Knowing that your work is truly the only thing that matters. What you do in this world and how effective you do it is all that matters no matter the line of work. Reed is a thief and a killer. He's never been one to stray away from killing but also has never taken a life needlessly.

It hurts work to be chased for lives that didn't need to be taken. On more personal notes Reed is rather fond of cats. He can often be seen feeding the local cats whenever he visits the town. He rather enjoys the company of other homeless vagrants like himself. So he would normally be seen in the presence of the poor or animals. Rather than people and especially any form of law. Which he normally tends to stray away from. His goals in life are rather large and as a kid who's come from rather nothing. Reed seeks to make his name known in the world. As well as live his life as well as he wants. A desire to claim his own fame in legends what driving him.


BackStory
Reed was never born in a village or raised in a home. His first memories were in an orphanage. He never really knew how he got there or just why he was there. His appearance was a bit different to the others and he was teased for it at times. But nothing that normal kids wouldn't just do to anyone who looked a little different. No his time with them wasn't hard but lonely. Reed never really felt like he belonged. Which was rather sad considering he spent many of his early years there. Not able to find a home in a town that had very few families. Many with kids of there own. So not many places for kids without them already. Some found solus in at least having one another but Reed just felt cheated. It wasn't long till fate had another jab at him. When bandits rushed into town. They set fire to most of the place and in the turmoil Reed had made his escape. Only the world wasn't as easy to survive in as one would think.

He would learn that stealing was one of the only ways he might be able to get by. Though even that came with it's own problems. Like the times he was caught and got beat up or locked up. The times he had to escape and evade others. It took many years for him to get it down but him getting better only drew the attention of the others sorts. He started to earn reputation. He started to steal for others and for a price. With that he learned the second biggest lesson he ever experienced. That sometimes things come at a much higher price. Years Reed spent perfecting his craft and gaining his clientele. Now he looks to grow even further and hopefully start spreading his name on a much larger scale.