Known Name: Dodger

Given Name: Jack Cox - This is not common knowledge outside of those few people who have known him since his childhood, although his first name is a common slang for sailors and the second a rural regional word for a small boat.

Nationality: Avalonian?
Height: 5'8"

Hair: Dark, not terribly well washed, a bit ragged and pulled back, sometimes tarred, sea-dog style.

Eyes: Dark Blue.

Age: Probably late teens, maybe as much as twenty.

Language: Avalonian, spoken with a definite Luthon gutter-twang.

Appearance: Determinately unremarkable. Dodger's made an art and a science of dressing down to fit the place he's in, inverting the jenny's mantra of always appearing to be of a very slightly higher class than your client he usually tries to blend into the scenery with a well-judged slouch or impeccably planned slip backwards. It's not entirely unheard of for people to completely forget he's in the room with them... Not that a lot of people he's in rooms with ever knew he was there in the first place. Despite being dark his eyes gleam when he lets them and he's quick with a cocky retort at need. Oh, and if he is the thief he looks like he is, he's a good one - there's no hollow cheeks or thin limbs here, he's plainly in good shape and works to stay that way.

Clothing: Generally old clothes bought repaired from a pawnbrokers or a ragman's shop, painstakingly stitched back into wearable condition and generally kept pretty clean. They're sometimes of good original make, but under those circumstances, he's usually wearing them for a reason.

Weapons: Knives. Almost definitely knives. Swords are expensive, bows bulky and guns draw attention. Cents'll get you Guilders that no two of them match and none were actually bought however.