A Human Boy of perhaps no more than 11 years in age, he is no doubt very small even for his years, still small enough to fit comfortably in ones lap. He is quite skinny, weighing little more than that of a feather to an adult. Perpetually and particularly scruffy, he is usualy covered by dirt, and though nearly always found barefoot he is quite sure of his movement, with the grace of a wild cat. His face, when not coated by the dirt is very sweet, though mischievous. He seems fearfull and timid of most others and as you watch him you notice he very rarely smiles or laughs, as if the fear in his eyes is well worn like an old boot. On the rare occasion he does smile fully, it fills your heart with great warmth and joy - that of the golden purity of dawn for the change in his face, a smile worth much to see.. His sweet childs features, grace and magical smile show what a beautiful young boy he could be, but it lies benath what is otherwise visible torment and anguish.