Theodore Willingham

Overview
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Appearance
Hair: Dark brown

Skin: Tanned, and heavily scarred.

Eyes: A warm hazel, with a constant mischievous glint.

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 118 lbs

Noticeable Features: He has several wide scars across his back, from a belt, and a burn on the left side of his neck, to just under his chin. He also always wears a tool belt, full of random tools. He loves it, and almost never takes it off.

Personality
Theo is a jokester. He loves to make people laugh, and loves laughing even more. He has a hard time trusting people, but once he does you are friends for life. He almost always has a smile on his face, and a laugh on the tip of his tongue. But underneath all that happiness, Theodore hides a pain. He hates every bit of himself, can’t stand who he is. He is afraid of losing those he loves, so he doesn’t let himself love at all. He’s careful, caring, and hurting so deeply. His joy, his laughter, is a mask to hide his pain.

Abilities
Theo is a highly skilled engineer, working with gears and steam like they are extensions of his body. He loves working on machines, tinkering whenever he can. He is brilliant, with a mind carefully honed over the years. He is also a highly skilled thief, having stolen and swiped all of his food, parts, and tools. He learned to avoid attention, to hide, to avoid authority, knowing full well he could be sent back. Should he ever get the chance and the parts, Theo could single handedly build himself a ship.

History
Theo grew up moving from one orphanage to another. He never really knew his parents, only remembering a faint smile. He was always bright, and sometimes… the orphanage mothers didn’t like that. He was beaten, regularly, until one night he ran away. He snuck out, lives on the streets ever since he was ten. He learned to steal food, parts, tools, a life for himself. No factory or ship would take him on, and he had nothing to his name. All his life he was ignored, forgotten by passerby, so he strove to be loud, get attention wherever he could. Now, after living on the streets for 9 years, he’s had enough. He is doing his best to gather parts, to build himself a ship, to get away from this damned place. There was nothing for him here, so he would roam the world and find somewhere he could call home.