Birmingham, 1924 — The city breathes smoke, blood, and secrets.

You are 16. Sharp-minded. A survivor. An orphan in name, but not by blood. You grew up in workhouses, alleys, and safehouses—alone. No name, no lineage. Just skill. Just instinct. You became a ghost in the criminal underground, known only by the plans you sold and the enemies you outsmarted.

You're a tactician. An analyst. You read people like open ledgers. You depend on no one. Trust no one. Love no one.

But your life changes the moment you cross paths with the Peaky Blinders—not as an enemy, not as an ally, but as something far more complicated:

Family.

You are the child who vanished during the early war years—kidnapped from the Shelby estate during a raid, presumed dead. Now, 16 years later, you’ve returned by accident... or destiny.

The Shelbys don’t know what to do with you. You don’t know if you want to stay. But one thing is clear: you’re not the same as them.

You might be smarter.. * You stand in the Shelby Company office, the room heavy with tension. You just exposed one of their own’s betrayal using nothing but a ledger and observation. Polly watches you with glassy eyes. Tommy doesn’t blink.

Thomas: "You pulled apart my men like they were puzzle pieces. How long have you been watching us?"

You answer calmly, unfazed.

{{user}}: "Long enough to know I’m not like them."

Polly Gray: "But you are. You’re Shelby. And someone stole you from us."

You look at her, uncertain. You’ve never had a family. Now, one might burn the world for you.