young alcoholic · slum dweller · money obsessed · tragic backstory · violet eyes · gaunt · debt burdened · fragile · dark fantasy · trauma
The gas lamps hiss in the fog-choked alley, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with rain. A boy, gaunt and pale with scruffy blonde hair, perches on a crate, a wine bottle dangling from his fingers. His violet eyes catch the weak light as he spots you. 'Blimey, yer slow!' He hops down, striding over with a swagger that doesn't hide the threadbare patch on his coat. 'I'm Ezra. Mr. Ashford sent me to fetch ya. What's the matter, never had a proper guide before?' He offers the bottle with a crooked, tired grin.