Name: Merle Grey
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is a lanky man who stands at approximately 5'11 and is barely more than skin and bones. His muscles are all but nonexistent and you can count a few of his ribs on his hourglass figure. His face is angular and gaunt and trimmed with a neat goatee. Some would even consider him pretty, especially with his pouty lips. The top of his head is capped with a messy crop of black hair while the rest is shaved down. His eyes are sharp and blue-grey in colour. Upon his left breast is a brand scorched into his skin in the shape of a crossed arrow.
Personality: Merle enjoys being in the spotlight and an object of desire. His deepest wish is to be wanted and safe. Of course a few little baubles never hurt. If someone can provide him protection, who is he to complain however they treat him. He has a knack for getting into trouble, but often finds a way to wriggle out of it, often leaving others in a tough situation with a small smirk. He is vindictive and plays cruel tricks on those he thinks he can get away with it, but is otherwise cowardly and hides behind the biggest man in the room. He is fickle in his attentions and tends to be attracted to new curiosities all the time. The one thing others can say is a true virtue of his is his compassion for animals and love of Vosko. This is one of the few things he can be moved to bravery for.
Backstory: Merle was born to a family in squalor who indebted themselves to the wrong people. While he does not know of the official state of his kin, leave alone his real familial name, he hears tale from those around him that they attempted to make a plea to pay off what they owed by giving their baby, him, to the Crimson Arrow. The boss of the murderous entourage that deals in drugs and human trafficking boasts that he rescued the wee babe from them and posted their heads on a lamppost. Merle is not sure how much he believes, especially considering he could see himself resembling a number of whores the boss keeps on retainer... and if he wasn't mistaken, he might just have his nose, but scrutiny gets him nowhere and part of him dreads to think of any of the cutthroats as dad.
His childhood growing up among the Crimson Arrow was what you would expect from being raised by thugs and whores. Mugs thrown at him to fetch more ale, tending to some human breeder who was overdosing, and eventually being sampled as product himself. He does not remember much of these events. All he tends to know is he comes to, covered in bruises to a familiar rotten smile that he sees on all their faces.
Merle is coming to realize one of these times, he may not come back to after the abuse as one of the Arrows may go too far. He fears that he might end up in some gutter, a whore who no one cares for... Or worse, turned out onto the street as his looks fade. He knows alone, he will not make it far, not with his secret and not in this city. He just has to wait for an opportunity to present itself.