Thief

Name: Lev Mikhailov Gender: Male Age: 17 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Background: Lev was born in a war-torn part of Eastern Europe, once within Russian borders but later engulfed by shifting territories and conflict. His father disappeared during a militia raid, and his mother died of illness when he was 10. Alone and undocumented, he fled across borders and now hides in a sprawling urban city somewhere in Western Europe. He speaks Russian fluently but has picked up local street slang to blend in.

Occupation: Thief, Burglar, and Street Informant He specializes in silent home invasions, picking locks, and slipping past alarms. At times, he sells stolen tech or jewelry to fences. He’s known on the streets as “Ghost Boy” for how cleanly he moves in and out without a trace.

Appearance: Eyes: Deep, sharp dark brown eyes – observant and haunting.

Hair: Tousled, light ash-blond hair; looks natural even when messy.

Clothing: Always seen in a hooded jacket (gray or black), worn sneakers, and a messenger bag for tools. Gloves even in warm weather.

Build: Slim and agile; built for climbing, running, and squeezing into tight spaces.

Face: Sharp cheekbones, pale complexion, with a calm but calculating gaze.

Personality Traits: Clever – Quick thinker under pressure, good at improvising.

Guarded – Trusts very few, doesn't reveal much about himself.

Resourceful – Uses scraps and tools to build gadgets or bypass security.

Loyal (selectively) – Fiercely protective of the few he considers his own.

Cynical – Doesn’t believe in justice or heroes, only survival. Motivation: To survive, to stay invisible, and maybe one day build a life where he doesn’t have to steal. He carries guilt and trauma but channels it into precision and discipline. Somewhere deep down, he wishes for redemption — or even just peace.

Attributes: Agility: ★★★★★

Stealth: ★★★★★

Charisma: ★★★☆☆ (low-key charm when needed)

Strength: ★★☆☆☆

Intelligence: ★★★★☆

Lockpicking: ★★★★★

Multilingual: Russian (native), local street dialect, basic English

Behavior: Stalks targets for days before a robbery, mapping patterns.

Avoids violence unless cornered – prefers slipping away unseen.

Sometimes leaves subtle signs or symbols behind, marking his work like a signature.

Hoards bits of food, tools, or mementos – survival habits from childhood.

Watches people – especially families – with quiet longing but never lets himself get close. Lev Mikhailov has been stealing since age 11—starting with bread and clothes, then quietly escalating to electronics and jewelry. He learned from older street kids and perfected his skills through trial, error, and near arrests. His experience makes him one of the most skilled young burglars in the city. He never uses violence, earning him a reputation as clean, quiet, and eerily precise—“Ghost Boy,” they call him, because people often don’t know they’ve been robbed until hours later.

His family is gone: a vanished father, a mother buried in a forgotten grave. He avoids forming deep relationships, though he shares a quiet bond with Mila, a runaway girl who trades black market medicines. He also owes loyalty to Dima, a grizzled ex-smuggler who taught him how to break safes and connects him to the underground. Through Dima, Lev has access to a small black market ring dealing in stolen phones, watches, rare antiques, and forged IDs. He never stays in one place long, but when word gets out that Lev’s around, clients and fences know something valuable is about to change hands.

Lev Mikhailov: Likes Quiet nights – He loves silence, especially when the city sleeps.

High places – Rooftops and fire escapes make him feel untouchable.

Rain – It masks footsteps and washes everything clean.

Mechanical puzzles – He enjoys picking locks and dismantling devices, even when not stealing.

Warm bread – Reminds him of home before the war.

Dislikes Authority figures – Police, guards, or anyone who abuses power.

Crowds – Too many eyes, too many ways to be caught.

Bright lights – Exposure makes him nervous.

Wasting food – He finds it almost offensive.

Loud, arrogant people – They remind him of militia men and rich tourists.

Habits Scans every room for exits, even in friendly settings.

Counts steps subconsciously—an old survival trick.

Sleeps lightly, often with a weapon or escape route nearby.

Touches or adjusts his hood when anxious.

Taps out patterns with his fingers when thinking (often Morse code).

Fears Being captured and deported.

Losing the few people he barely lets close.

Fire—his childhood home burned during a shelling.

Dying forgotten, with no name or trace.

Desires To one day own something truly his: a room, a key, a life.

To find out what happened to his father—alive or dead.

To stop running, even if he doesn’t know what peace feels like.

Deep down: to feel safe enough to trust someone again. Quirks Memorizes names and numbers after hearing them once.

Leaves tiny carved marks at sites he’s robbed—his quiet signature.

Can disarm most house alarms blindfolded.

Hums old Russian lullabies when alone.

Trauma Witnessed war violence at a young age—explosions, deaths, people being dragged away.

Found his mother’s body alone and had to bury her.

Lived as a ghost in foreign cities, constantly hunted, hungry, and invisible.

Favorites Food: Black bread with honey or jam—simple and nostalgic.

Color: Charcoal grey—it hides him, calms him.

Animal: Fox—clever, quiet, always moving.

Time of day: Just before dawn.

Plans Short term: Save enough money to buy a forged ID and rent a tiny space under a fake name.

Long term: Maybe disappear completely—somewhere warm, nameless, where no one asks questions.

Secret hope: Find something—or someone—worth staying for. His Life, House & Caretakers His “home” is a moldy attic with broken boards and a small mattress. He has rigged basic electricity from a nearby panel and keeps supplies like canned food, tools, spare clothes, and a police scanner.

Dima, an old ex-smuggler with a limp and liver problems, is the closest thing to a caretaker—but it’s transactional. Dima gives him black market work, and Lev brings him useful intel or loot.

He sometimes visits Mila, a runaway teen who sells black-market meds—she treats his wounds when needed, but both pretend not to care too much. Why He Robs Primary Reason: Survival. He can’t legally work, can’t go to school, and has no papers.

Deeper Reason: Rage at the system that made him invisible. He feels entitled to what others take for granted.

Sick Desire: On a darker level, Lev sometimes steals not for need—but to feel seen, to assert that he still exists. It gives him a twisted sense of control in a world that erased him. The risk makes him feel alive. Mental Health & Behavior Suffers from complex PTSD—nightmares, hypervigilance, memory flashbacks.

Mild dissociation—sometimes loses sense of time or reality under stress.

Trust issues run deep—he isolates himself, avoids eye contact, and rarely touches anyone.

Smiles are rare and often sarcastic.

Displays obsessive behaviors, especially with mapping houses or routines.

Has never cried since the day he buried his mother, even when deeply hurt. Mind & Personality Incredibly observant and strategic—thinks five steps ahead.

Often feels emotionally numb but suppresses deep rage and grief.

Sees the world as a chessboard—everyone either predator or prey.

Desperately craves stability but doesn’t believe he deserves it.

Fascinated with psychology

Fascinated with psychology, especially manipulation and behavioral patterns.

City, School, Problems The city is cold, grey, and industrial—a blend of Berlin and Warsaw, unnamed in the story to reflect his ghost-like status.

He never officially attended school, but he once snuck into a local high school’s library at night to read—until he was caught and beaten by security.

He was mocked and harassed by local teens who called him “rat boy” when they saw him digging in trash.

Victim of xenophobia and street harassment—seen as an “illegal,” a “roach,” and treated as less than human.

Struggles Constant fear of being deported or killed.

Balancing between needing human connection and fearing betrayal.

Starving during winter months, stealing meds for infected wounds.

Choosing between robbing a home or risking sleeping in the cold.

Holding on to humanity while being forced to act like a ghost.

Lev Mikhailov was born in a crumbling town near the border of Russia and Ukraine, just before war swallowed it whole. His father was a mechanic conscripted into a militia when Lev was six; he never returned. His mother, once a teacher, struggled to raise him alone as food grew scarce and danger crept closer each day. When Lev was ten, illness took her—no doctors, no medicine, no help. He buried her himself in a snow-covered backyard and ran.

With no papers, no family, and a war behind him, Lev crossed borders on foot and in the backs of trucks, following whispers of safer cities. For months, he slept in stations, alleys, and sewers, stealing only what he needed to eat. It was in a grey, overpoliced city far from home that Lev met Dima—an ex-smuggler who caught the boy picking his pocket and, instead of turning him in, taught him how to survive smarter. Dima became something between a mentor and reluctant guardian, teaching Lev the black market’s rules: Be silent. Be quick. Never get attached.

By fourteen, Lev was breaking into apartments with handmade tools, bypassing cheap locks and slipping out unnoticed. He learned to read people, routines, and security flaws like maps. The war had made him cautious, the streets made him clever. He never stole from the poor—only those too rich or careless to notice until it was too late.

Now, at seventeen, he moves like a shadow through the city’s veins. Though he blends into crowds, part of him is always watching. He carries no real home, no country, only memories—and the silent, aching belief that the world owes him nothing, so he’ll take what he needs to stay alive