Raphael "Fenrir" Freyr D2 {CB/done}

In the darkest corner of the alley hidden far from the site of many district citizens hides Fenrir hidden from the sight of anyone passing by. Dressed in all black from head to toe covering his entire body except his eyes. A hood drapes over his head even on the hottest of days; it's a miracle he doesn't overheat. Scruffy hair covers his face wrapping around his lips just shy of forming a beard, yet leaving enough to cover the tops of his lips. Lightning blue eyes shine beneath the hood flashing around the alley allowing only those around the chance to see. A voice as deep as the depths of the see lacing himself with the icy grips trapped endlessly from almost everyone. Fenrir doesn't speak unless his lucky rocks tell him to. His tiny hands slide into the bag removing a marble with a number etched into it. Each number means a different option leaving his world to chance. Skin the color of a sheet of paper coats his body as it's always hidden from view. He never changes clothes unless his rocks tell him to. Streaks of dirt stream down his face mixing with the sweat and blood of the enemies. All who sees him asks a single question. "What is your name?"

What is my name?

I don't have a have a name.

Raphael is dead causing Fenrir to be born. He died from the horrible rumors, but they were only rumors. Nobody knows his past except himself, not even the gang knows, and he plans to keep it that way.