Archer's Character Quiz
What was your character like at the age of ten (fifth grade)? Was your character a wimp, a bully, a nerd, a snitch, or a klutz? Popular or not? Write up a little description, and, if you like, a little day-in-the-life story about your character at that age.
Archer awoke with the sunlight cracking through the blankets that served as curtains nailed across the second story window of the small room he shared with his mother above the kitchen of Bloody Liam's. Today was the day. Arcon was looking forward to this day's adventures. He slipped into his least stained shirt and shook out his breeches to ensure no bugs were still living there. His long lanky frame had already outgrown these castoffs, but they'd serve well enough.Today, the gang was to embark on a great adventure. Jimmy the Stick had found an old dingy abandoned not far down the coast toward Baylesport. Well at least it seemed abandoned, as there was no one who had taken any mind of the gang's acquisition of it. The gang? Ha! His gang was more the truth. It had been some time, and he still didn't always understand why they followed him. True he excelled beyond most of the boys in several areas, but not in all. Jimmy could still beat him when they pretended to sword fight with cast off timbers. It's why they called him, "the Stick". Arcon did have a good eye though for pitching rocks and pennies and pretty much anything that needed to be thrown. Excitement over the day's prospects danced in his blue eyes.
Mother's current "boyfriend" broke young Arcon's daydreaming, tossing aside the blanket that kept his mother's bed obscured from his. Mother had arose and hour ago and was already working in the kitchen of the tavern, fixing breakfast for the sailors who called this place their temporary home, when they weren't shipboard.
"Morning, Archer." Robin said, ruffling Arcon's black hair as he walked over to the basin to splash some water in his face.
'Archer? How'd Robin hear that?' Arcon asked himself. Conn mac Dunn had given him that name a few months ago. They'd been skipping stone chips down by the docks where the masons brought in their great blocks of marble and granite and all sorts of stone for building in Amber City and even the Castle. Lucy, the only girl that ran with Arcon's gang had bet him she was a better shot than he was with rocks. Lucy was forever challenging the boys to prove herself their equal, and often their better. Lucy was good, but Arcon had tagged every target the gang selected, the last a gull nibbling at a fish on the quay. It was that shot that prompted Conn's remark, "He's right like an archer, ain't he?" Lucy had called him "Archer" for the rest of the day to tease him, but it eventually caught on and now there were even a few who had recently begun to tag along didn't know him as other than Archer.
"Morning," Arcon answered as he headed for the door. "If my mother asks I'm off to the docks. I promised Old Man Withers that I'd help sort out his cable box today." It was a plausible enough story and if he came back with a few coins or maybe a few fish, she'd never suspect anything else. He made his way down the back stairs only nipping into the kitchen long enough to pinch the bread and cheese from a tray of food that one of the guests hadn't finished. Breakfast finished, he headed off for the edge of the pier where he was to meet the others and adventure...
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