Gotham Urchin

It's a given that in a city like Gotham there is tragedy. No one is safe from it. Not even the children. You've grown up neglected by the ruling class of Gotham and are left to survive the crime riddled streets and the cartoonish villain of the week. You're parents may have been loving, or abusive, but either way, even they could not protect you. You built yourself up to protect you and your heart. Armoring yourself with walls of humor or stoicism. You must find it in yourself the will to claw your way to power and escape your hell. Your spite will carry you. They call you street rat, but you know what you can and will be. A king.

Skill Proficiencies:

You grew up meek and small. You had to learn other skills to make up for your weaknesses. You body has become accustomed to beatings and torment. You are a flexible lad who has learned to either roll with the punches or talk yourself out of the fight before it even starts. Growing up with back alleys as your home and the cement floors as your bed, you're quite practiced at hiding. Success is the difference between life and death on some nights. 

Tool Proficiencies:

Survival is dependent on a lot of luck, but mostly skill. You've honed yourself to make use of any variety of tools to maximize your chance of survival.

Languages: Gotham is diverse in it's variety of victims. From the the hopeful immigrants turned despaired to the bullied minorities trapped in a hell designed to support another's heaven. You know a variety in order to communicate with your neighbors.

Equipment: If you could hold it, you kept it. But the grounds are often barren of anything useful. Guard your rare treasures closely.