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[b]Name:[/b]
Klostrun Bartimaeus, Goes by Kel

[b]Age:[/b]
17

[b]Skills:[/b]
Pick Pocketing, Lock Picking, Parkour, Sneaking, Capoeira, Tracking.

[b]Ability:[/b]
Kel can transform into a cloud of sand. In this form he can propel himself through the air at great speeds. This form makes him particularly dangerous, as the microscopic edges of the sand particles act as tiny blades, stripping the flesh off an opponent. He can use this form to move through cracks and crevices, allowing him to venture where others may not be able to. Kel can also project his body into growing taller or by exerting his body outwards at high speeds, in other words he can shoot his own body against unexpected opponents with the force of a truck. He also possesses a high increase in strength that can increase more as his body intakes more sand or sand materials.

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Kel is 6'4 with a athletic body build. He has raven colored hair that he keeps tied in a long messy braid and his skin is a dark coco brown color. His eyes are a deep amber color. He normally wears a loose fitting white T shirt and a pair of black baggy pants. He never wears shoes no matter where he is.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Kel is a cocky and sarcastic type of guy. Almost everything to him is a joke and he tries to make others see it that way as well. He is also very competitive to the point he'll make anything a challenge. Despite his joking nature Kel won't back down from a fight if challenged, he even enjoys them, but he does know when to stop the beating. He also has a faint Egyptian accent.

[b]Backstory:[/b]
Kel was the son of Egyptian immigrants that came to the U.S a year after he was born. He lived a normal and happy life until he was six and his parents were killed by a mugger, worse thing is that they only had twenty bucks on them at the time. After that he had been bounced around from foster home to foster home until he decided he had enough and went out on his own, at the age of seven. He lived on the streets for a year before he fell into a group of pickpockets who taught him everything he knows now. Since then he has grown to be one of the best pick pockets in the group and one of their leaders.
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