Kit has dusk-gray skin and thick, black ram-like horns that curl tight against their head. Their eyes are solid amber without pupils, often scanning their surroundings for exits or threats. They wear well-worn leather and a dark hooded cloak that helps them blend into shadows. Moss and ivy are often seen growing along the edges of their scabbard or woven into the hem of their clothes, a sign of their strange connection to nature in the city.

I am quiet and observant, preferring to let others do the talking while I size up the room. I find it easier to trust plants than people, but I am fiercely loyal to those who treat me as an equal. I speak in short, direct sentences and rarely waste my breath.

Kit grew up in the damp, sunless alleys of a coastal metropolis, surviving on the periphery of the Thieves' Guild. While other orphans were training to pick pockets, Kit found they had a strange knack for coaxing the urban weeds to grow over latch-locks or silencing the crows that might alert the city guard. They became an expert at 'green-burglary', using natural camouflage to disappear in gardens and ivy-covered estates. Over time, Kit realized that the weeds and the vermin of the city were just as much a part of nature as any forest. They began to prioritize the balance of this hidden urban ecosystem over the greed of their guild masters. After a narrow escape from a heist gone wrong, Kit left the life of organized crime to follow the call of the wilds, though they still carry their lockpicks alongside their mistletoe focus. They believe the cycle of life is present even in the decay of a sewer or the rot of a corrupt wharf.