Hobo

Ark's best friend and the one who saved him.

Hobo was born into a poor family that could barely afford a smingelton, a cube that does stuff. Growing up, Hobo would look at the other kids play down the street through his window, yearning for the chance that he might play with them someday; it never happened.

In order to avoid the Union Bank from foreclosing the house, his parents sold him to the local orphanage for a major tax break and a few spare coinies to pay off the debt.

His parents would never live that regret down for as long as they lived.

After three months inside the orphanage, he was adopted by tall, cloaked man who was blind since birth. On the train ride to the house, the air was silent as the wheels whirled past the lustrous scenery.

"U-um...so ayy it's your boy, um, how are you?"

Nothing.

"My name is H-"

"Desolated and Abandoned area reached. This is the last stop of the day. Thank you for using Trans-rails. Please mind the gap."

The man walked out of the train and into the forest where he lead Hobo to his house. There, he revealed to him that he was the master of assassins and would train Hobo in the way of stealth if he agreed to carry on the knowledge after his death.

Hobo agreed for the lulz and spent thirteen years under the master's wing, just absorbing everything there was to learn about.

After the master's death had occurred due to age, Hobo burned down the house to collect the insurance money and decided to become a hitman for hire. Occasionally, Hobo goes to different areas around the world to collect artifacts to later on sell for a hefty price.

This is all an assassin truly cares about; it's all about the money.