A short man with A large scar across his cheek, digging into the corner of his mouth.
Scruffy short brown hair, Dark green eyes, Freckles covering his cheeks.
Early Life
In the cold dark night of December A small cry could be heard.
"He's beautiful." A short haired woman exclaimed, holding the small boy to her chest.
"Isn't he? What do you want to name him?" A taller man exclaimed as he sat nearby, holding her hand.
"Virgil." A smile.
"Welcome to the world Virgil Hayes."
Virgil was born to two loving parents, although they couldn't provide the best things for him, they made do with what they could to give him the best life they could.
His father would work all night to provide food and shelter for the two while his mother taught him the basics she knew from school, at age 10 everything changed for the family.
In the dead of night A man broke into the small apartment and held his mother up while his father attempted to protect Virgil, holding him close the man stole what little they had before throwing her to the ground.
The two parents decided for the safety of Virgil to give him to the nearby orphanage until they could get A safe place for him and themselves.
Virgil took this hard and didn't adjust well to this, the children would often whisper.
"I heard they gave him up."
"They didn't love him, did they?"
This caused him to grow cold towards his parents, after he turned 18, he would leave the orphanage to live on the streets where he met a small group of people his age-
After running with The Dogs Virgil has taken the name 'Terrier' and has seemingly climbed throughout the ranks and has taken a leadership role in the group.
To continue living he does what he needs to, pick pocking, Horse theft, anything he's paid to do.