Name: Kro
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 148
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown, short and curly
Age: 17
Born:
Taren Ferry, Two Rivers
Affiliation: none currently
Kro was born in Taren Ferry, a small town along the Taren River in Andor. His father a grizzled guard for a Merchant Caravan, his mother a skilled seamstress with quiet hands and a sharp tongue.
From the moment he could walk, Kro was trouble in motion. He skulked through alleyways, playing pranks on weary neighbors and slipping away before anyone could so much as shout his name. Even as a child, he moved with the uncanny silence of a shadow at dusk.
As he grew older, his games took on sharper edges. He began lifting apples from unattended market stalls, lightening purses with practiced fingers, and charming coin from travelers with the old ball-and-cup scam. Somehow, he always managed to wriggle out of the consequences—whether by wit, speed, or a flash of his crooked grin.
On the seventeenth summer of his life, with little more than the clothes on his back and restless feet, Kro set out from Taren Ferry. He didn’t know exactly where the road would take him, only that the world was a big place and there was a lot of mischief to be had.