(I won't be able to give an exact image picture for this guy until Monday, but until then, I will do my best to describe him.) [P.S. Also thinking of making a Navy character, but too tired right nkw, tell me how you like Viktor.]
A young man by the name of Viktor Castov sat on the edge of a roof. To his right, a small shanty town was formed. Below were the docks, men and women who were better off (but not that much better) than Viktor strolled around, going about their buisness. Viktor himself was 22, and by now, most would think he would have a job. And in a way, he did. Strolling by below him, Viktor spotted a small, brown haired woman passing by. She had a basket, and judging by it's shape, it probably carried a selling crop. Perhaps tobacco or cotton. Viktor had become very skilled at identifying items by what they were stored in, but that wasn't his only skill. If this woman had her hands on such high-paying crops. That means she must have money on her somewhere. Quickly standing up to his full height of 6'2", Viktor ran across the rooftops until he neared a ship. From the ship, a cargo hook was dangling, and so, Viktor jumped onto the mast and then grabbed the cargo hook, swinging down to the docks as if nothing had happened. He strolled behind the woman, keeping to the crowd, then, he had an idea. Viktor continued to follow her until she turned and entered a store, from the store,multiple large ships were visible. One in particular was interesting, but Viktor had work to do. Following the woman nonchalantly into the store, Viktor saw she had placed her basket down and walked away for a moment. Doing his work quickly, Viktor pulled out his favorite little thieving invention. The small knife-like device seemed a little rusted, but still worked very well. Cutting a circular hole in the bottom of the woman's basket. Viktor took a peek at what was inside, sure enough, tobacco. Sealing the hole with a cork he had for these very occasions, Viktor quickly distanced himself from the basket. As the woman exited, he struck, out came two of his pouches, Viktor came up behnd the woman and popped the cork off. He was just quiet enough the woman couldn't hear him over the other happenings on the pier. Quickly opening his pouches and letting the tobacco fall into them, Viktor walked away when the two pouches were filled. Which also just happened to be when the basket was empty. Viktor ran away and hid in an alley, perfectly executed, now all he needed to do was sell this stuff.
