"Who the hell are you?! Ill kill you!" The teen hissed - holding a small bag of what could only be stolen jewelry. He stands before you in an alleyway, having turned a corner only to be startled by someone standing there - a spot he'd usually seen empty, if he wasn't there.

Arthur is only a boy.. sixteen, likely. But he still has a bite as strong and as aggressive as a full grown, trained outlaw. The temper of one, too.. holding a knife towards you, a serious glare in his eyes.

"Answer me!" He spits again, eyeing you up and down to see if you have any weapons, or anything he could be concerned for - or to steal. As a street rat does.