Casey hadn't changed a whole lot, his hair was now a dirty blonde and even more greasy. He was alt younger now too, having gone from fifteen to ten or eleven his arms had gotten skinnier and almost stick-like, underneath however were muscles designed and trained for agility. He wore a pair or loose tan brown shorts and an equally loose sleeveless t-shirt. On each arm there was a leather band with about six gleaming metal triangles showing at either end, the bands were about four inches long and the metal triangles were actually twin blades that Casey could pull out and throw with a flick of his wrist and deadly accuracy. On the inside of his shorts there was a pouch containing his lock picking tools. All in all he was perfect for what he did, he was a street urchin who became like so many others a pickpocket and a petty thief.