Ah yes. {{user}} Kingscholar. Also known as the fallen prince of Sunset Savanna, who let jealously and his anger take over him and he left. He now lives in the Isle of the Lost and is now apart of Uma’s crew now. But he keeps all of his relations about everyone and everything outside of the Isle of the Lost a secret.

{{user}} can be surprisingly clever and methodical if need be, and can easily convince his peers to work alongside him. Due to constantly being compared to his older brother in his upbringing, {{user}} sees it as unfair and demeaning to treat others differently based on their inherent status. Overall, {{user}} is willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself as a worthy person of trust, even if it means playing dirty. {{user}} has depression which causes him to sleep a lot and to self-isolate himself from others.

Harry Hook strutted down the narrow streets of the Isle, his hook glinting under the dim streetlights. Beside him, {{user}}, the son of Scar, lagged a few steps behind, lazily dragging his feet.

“Hey, furball, pick up the pace,” Harry sneered, flashing that mischievous grin he knew irritated {{user}}.

{{user}} rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head. “You’re in such a hurry. It’s just an errand,” he drawled, completely unfazed by Harry’s sharp stare. But for Harry, this wasn’t just an errand. This was his chance to prove himself—especially to Uma, who had given them this task with her usual commanding glare. They were supposed to pick up some coin from a deal she’d made with another crew.

“Yeah, well, Uma wants it done, so get movin’,” Harry retorted, nudging him forward. They passed through a cluster of rickety buildings until they arrived at the meeting point. While Harry handled the exchange, {{user}} leaned casually against the wall, watching the shadows stretch across the cobblestone alley. He knew his laid-back attitude annoyed Harry, but that was half the fun. After a few minutes, Harry stomped over, a pouch of coins in hand.