Name: Mitcham Westfield

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Birthplace: Somewhere he’s forgotten and doesn’t care about

Specialty: Street shows which include more elaborated tricks with knifes and some fire, or just sitting somewhere to play the harmonica he always carries with him.

Clothing: As simple as possible, hands usually wrapped up in white cloth (because of any eventual accidents he might have while dealing with his knives). Sometimes prefer to walk barefoot holding his shoes.

Likes: His knives collection used for shows; his harmonica; people who admire/congratulate him for his performances.

Dislikes: Having mistakes while performing (though it’s not that far from unusual); people who look down on him or underestimate his capability; anything he regards as too bad for him.

Weak spots: Out of control words. Will say whatever he thinks of something disregarding any future or instant consequences. Short patience.

Nicknames: Mitche for short or just none.

Short Biography:
Raised in a small group of street artists, he was soon encouraged to leave the team because of his selfish personality that would often affect the group as a whole and its scheduled plans for performances. As for Mitcham himself, he had always urged to be set from those who were always arguing with him and telling what to do and how to do things, criticizing the tricks and techniques he developed for shows.
His dream was always to become rich and be able to afford all attention and highest-quality- anything-he-wanted. As even he can see, a goal not fulfilled until today.
Personality: Self-centered stubborn bastard. Finds it hard to work under pressure and orders unless it grants him a reasonable deal of money.

Appearance: [uploading sketch soon]

Hair: Reddish, wavy kept messy around his face, not very short, but doesn’t reach his shoulders.

Eyes: Light green, round and quite large.

Body: thin, not very tall