"Ahahahahaha!! AHAHAHAAA!!!" A pale white-headed mid-teenager whaled as his thin legs hyper-extended from roof top to roof top, gripping a small bag of valuables slung over his shoulder. The boy's legs stretched at incredible lengths as he leaped from buildings while a group of merchants and store owners shouted curses at him from below. The wind blew harshly against his face as he escaped the crowds, and the yells of rage and discontent was like music to his ears. This was his essence. This game him fuel. This was life.
Viserys, or "Vick", as the village called him, was the neighborhood thief - if you weren't on his good side. If you made the mistake of making a dumfound encounter with this notorious 16 year old, you were more than likely to walk without your watch, monocle, or any other jewelry that you wore on your person. A bad kid? No. A good kid, not necessarily. A misunderstood, rebel without a cause? Sure.
It was a wonder to some that the kid had not set sail as a dirty pirate yet. He was already the local pick-pocketer, had an odd obsession with shiny things that had the potential to have historical value, and spoke a median of different languages. Hell, he even managed to worm his way into the presence of a Devil Fruit, and take it all for himself; granting him the ability of elasticity - perfect for evading the situations he constantly got himself into. Even Viserys himself recognized all of these. He would be out on the ocean, apart of the most legendary Crew ever -- if only he had the funds. Even the risen thief had money issues every now and then.
Vick took a rest as he landed on one of the building rooftops. He took a breather, grasping his bag of stolen goods, going through the items inside.
"Lets see what we got here...golden compass, trashy necklace..." But he was stopped at the sound of shouting near the dock.
Vick looked up, noticing a kid around his age setting out on a decent boat himself. He recognized the kid from around the town - Naru, was it? but Vick was dumbfounded. How did he manage to get himself a nice boat? The 16 year old elasta-boy spit off to the side out of bitterness. Until an idea hit him that caused a devious grin to slowly form on his face. Who's to say Vick couldn't tag along?
He quickly made his way down the side of the building, and ran full speed towards the boat that began drifting off. As he came up to the crowd of villagers wishing Naru sweet goodbyes, he caused his right leg to stretch in place, giving him a huge boost into the air. Vick soared over the crowd, before landing directly in the center of Naru's boat. He stood in a stiff, victorious pose.
"Howdy! How are ya!?"
