A callous youth who is always looking at the skies.

Scarlet Grimmson grew up as an orphan in a church replacing a father with the Father and mother with the Sister. Father Grimmson and Sister Lilac. Scarlet was found in a tattered old trunk with no note and no clue as to who had left him there in the first place. Sister Lilac was who had originally found him when she was arriving for the morning sermon. This was, of course, nothing new for the Sister as the church is well known for taking in any that the city has abandoned. Scarlet was accepted into the fold just as easily as any other child before him. It was Sister Lilac's idea to name him Scarlet after initially mistaking him for a girl and wishing to name him after his crimson irises. Here Scarlet grew up with his many brothers and sisters.

As the years passed by Scarlet eventually learned that the world outside the church was not as cozy and warm as Father Grimmson had told it to be many a time. To Scarlet the real world was a hard, gritty place where one had to pull down the other to survive. By the age of 10 he had practically stopped living at the Church all together. Instead he flourished in the streets as an urchin who wore nothing but the rags he could find and took anything that wasn't bolted down. Scarlet has had his fair share of hungry nights and bruises, however. The city had roughened up the perfect shell that the church wanted to mould and left Scarlet with nothing but hunger and the rags on his back. Only his pride keeping him from ever returning to the church.

When it comes to dealing with other people Scarlet isn't exactly considered to be very practical. He treats most with venomous glares and when he does actually feel like speaking it's never anything pretty or kind. Insults flow from his lips just as easily as curses which not only keeps the adults from treating him fairly but also drives away his fellow urchins. No gang wants a kid who can't listen and refuses to respect anyone around him. On his own, though, Scarlet is always looking up at the skies wondering just what it'd be like to be one of the birds that inhabit it. More than once he's caught himself daydreaming about soaring above the clouds free from all the restrictions of the world. If he had half the chance he'd never come back down to the ground where there's naught but blood and dirt.