Runs-the-Roofs

Ficitonal NPC character for an online RPG.

Runs-the-Roofs aka R's (pronounced Ars - As in the letter "R" in plural form).

Description
Roughly 6 ft tall (180 cm), with a slender lean build weighing probably about 165 lbs (75 kg) Jamaican looking young man with relatively fair skin and relatively well-kept dreadlocks. He favors practical clothing that tends to look a bit worn out, and is often seen with a bag slung over his shoulder.

About
Runs-the-Roof's is an Ithaeur Iron Master who is both packless and homeless. He works various odd-jobs and squats in abandoned homes but has a decent enough education (machinist) and could settle down if he wanted to.

He is a talented ritualist and stays on good terms with the forsaken packs by trading them talens to let him trespass on their territory when looking for places to squat.

When not in the city, he sometimes roams the surrounding land in the shape of a dog, and at night in the city, he travels from rooftop to rooftop using a combination of gifts and his superior training as a parkour practitioner to become a blurr that flies over most people's heads.

While young, he can handle himself in combat, and has made it a habit to prowl into Pure territory to spy on them, and make swift escapes. He has often needed rescuing, but the information he gathers this way makes him more valuable to the local forsaken packs alive than dead.

R's has worked at practically every hot night-club in town as a bartender and in many fancy restaurants as a waiter though his time in the city. As well connected as he is in that environment, he can get into any club any night, and score free drinks too, something that definately improved his social life in community college.

Background
Not much is known about Runs-the-Roofs, except that he is from somewhere else in the USA, and has been under the protection of the clutch for a while. Apparently he first changed at a very early age and was groomed to be a good ritemaster as he struggled to get through an education. Now he lives the rough life, mostly by choice, as a lone wolf. He joined the Army in hopes to pay for college through enlistment, but after basic training he had to transfer to the National Guard because he didn't have the mental strength to keep his nature at bay and pulled some contacts to wing the transfer, and he had to give up on his dream about going to college, picking a community college education instead and became a machinist, but he never looked for a job as one.

Since his brief meeting with Uncle Sam and graduating from school, R's has barely popped up on the governments radar, despite having been chased down by cops and security guards quite a few times now.