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.
