First name: Sheen
Last Name: Unknown
Nicknames: Skids, Wildcat Age: 12
Birthdate: Unknown
Astrological sign: Ares
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 87 pounds (He's very small) Occupation: Bandit, thief, considered a 'punk' by many
Description: WILD red hair, green eyes, purple bandana that has two thin flaps over his ears, purple scarf he wears around his neck, green clothing. Green dusty old shirt with wide 3 quarter sleeves, green dirty, old worn pants, shin guards and old shoes. He is VERY fast on his feet. He appears small and scrawny.
Personality: He tends to act tough, antisocial and rude, it's however a method od protecting himself. He only believes that he needs no one so that he and anyone won't get hurt.

His past: (Story form)

"Sheen! Sheen, wait up!"
"Catch me if you can, Ana!"
"But Sheeeeeen!"
Aaahaha! Ok, here. Now try to keep up, Ana!"
The two children, a twelve year old boy and a younger eight year old girl, run down a hill towards their home village.
The boy, Sheen, stops and waits for his little sister to catch up. Ana stops beside her brother and stoops over to catch her breath. Sheen watches his sister, giving her a moment to breath before tackling her lightly and playfully.
"MOOOOOOOOOOM!!" Ana yells, "SHEENY'S BEING A MEANIE!"
"AM NOT!" he yells back and blinks with a light smirk. "OOOOo, Ana made a rhyme! OooOOOooo!"
"Skids you meanie!" She hollars at him and grabs her brother's scarf tails, pulling on them and choking him in the long run.
"ACK!" he chokes and puts her in a light choke hold and giving her an extended noogie on the top of her head. They were both tangled in Sheen's scarf and choking eachother - it was definatly a sight to see.
After a few moments, the brother and sister sprawl out on the grass, almost vertical from the hill's steepness.
"Hey, Ana?"
"Yah?"
"It's too quiet...the village..." Sheen points, "...doesn't seem right..."
"What do you mean, Sheeny?" Ana sits up and looks downward towards the village, shading her eyes with a small hand.
"Like I said, it's too quiet..." Sheen just replies with wonder.
"Well, lets go check it out!" Ana shouts and tumbles down the hill.
Sheen quickly sprawls after her.
"Wait up, somethin's wrong..." He catches up in no time and holds Ana back by the shoulder. "Just stick to me, Ana! Ol' Skids'll protect ya!" Ana outwardly pouts but doesn't protest.
As they march down the hill and reach the very edge of the village, Sheen stops. "Ana, be carefull, now I KNOW there's something wrong...HEY! ANA! Get back here!" She had just gone off anyway. Her brother runs ahead and turns around to face her, walking backwards as she continues forward towards the house. The normally busy village now seemed like a ghost town. "Where are we going??" Sheen whines, a bit uptight from his surroundings.
"I wanna go home! I'm scared, Sheeny!" The little girl stops to cry, wiping her face with a balled up hand. "I'm scared! I don't like it here!"
Sheen looks away from the distraught girl. He is a mountain bandit, he had a tough reputation to keep. Looking back slowly, he couldn't help his brotherly instincts and gives the girl a semi-messy, yet caring brotherly hug.
"UCK!" Sheen turns tough again. "Quit blubbering, we shouldn't be out in the open - bandit code number one: While in a deserted or quiet place, you don't know if it's really --" He cuts off his lesson abrumptly as he hears heavy and armor-clanking footsteps come closer to their location. He grabs Ana gruffly and swiftly, yet silently, and hurls himself and his sister behind a stack of barrels against a brick wall of a house. Sheen watches through the cracks made between the barrels and the wall. A huge monster of a man steps out, broad shoulders, tall composure and with what looked like the muscle masses of an ox. Sheen gasps silently as several more of them step out, wielding long knives, all clad in the color black.
Suddenly, Ana shreiks and topples against Sheen. He turns abrumptly to stare at a dead body of a townsman.
"FATHER!!" He yelps, recognizing the body instantly. The barrels flop over and roll out visciously - if their shreiks didn't alarm the men, the barrels certainly did. As the two kids scramble to untangle themselves, the men in black stop and turn. They look, cold and unfeeling through the grotesque helmits and masks, and head towards them in an angry march.
"RUN!" Skids yelps and grabs Ana by the wrist, but his quick start was too fast for her and he ends up dragging her briefly. She tries to get her footing but slips and falls, twisting her ankle.
"SHEEN!" She cries, "SKIDS!!"
Sheen turns sharply, going back, picks her up and carries her off. They end up tumbling to the ground multiple times in their panic. Each time, they look back at the men in black who only approach in a menacing, fast march without a word. Sheen grabs her wrist once more and hurls them both around a corner, hiding Ana in a small but covered barrel before jumping behind a group of them, right before the men round the corner.

She was tossed into the barrel, but her fear over-rid any pain she felt at all. She heard the clanking stop infront of her barrel and held her breath to further hide her presence. There was a long silent pause and then a grunt. With that, the clanking noises moved passed her location and the passing shadows diminished. Thankful for her brother's protection, she let the air out of her mouth. However, she didn't relize that, that was her last.

Skids hears her scream after the men had turned away from his position. Without thinking, he stands, knocking over the barrels in desperation. "LEAVE MY--....." He loses his voice, all his thoughts, his heartbeat, hearing and breath all at once as he watches in horror as his little sister slumps over in their giant hands. It was like tunnel vision - nothing else mattered.

It was decided by the men to let the scrawny red head live - it was far more cruel in punishment then strangling him or running him through as they did to the rest of the villagers. They never believed a kid such as Skids could make it out there alone, anyway. They turn, throwing down the ragdoll girl into the dusty dirt, and receed, like a wave of black, from the alleyway. That child, staring blankly into nothingness would be their messanger to spread the news of their demonic arrival into the area. It's an image that will remind him for a life time.