Waifish in the very literal sense, Rathi is a scrawny little fellow who has never worn anything nicer than hand-me-downs and perpetually seems in a state of being a few days out from his last bath in the local river. His hair is unkempt, occasionally hacked at with whatever sharp objects he can find handy to keep it from getting too long, and is a dark moss green color. His eyes are a muted purple, almost bruise-like, and always a little sunken from a poor diet and sleeping anywhere but a proper bed. Nevertheless, his world has far from broken him: those eyes still sparkle with interest and curiosity, and he's very set on living.

Rathi is a young boy with a lot of growing and maturing to do, but if there's one thing he believes in with certainty, it's that fairness and responsibility are important things. He doesn't always do what is necessarily the right thing, as he'd much rather pocket the coin he just found dropped on the ground than call out in search of its true owner, but should he see them desperately searching for it, he would return it for worry of them needing it more. He would not be alive today without the help of others, which has been enough to impress on him a reasonable conscience and the desire to do no harm to those who don't deserve it. So too does he believes in justice, in the ideas that people should be punished for their great wrongs just as much as they should be rewarded for hard work.

Of course, he is still a young boy, and sometimes childish impulses and whims still get in the way of abiding by the Golden Rule (do unto others as you would have them do unto you), but his heart is a good one on the whole.

Rathi's young life is a tragic but commonplace one for his world: orphaned at a young age, it is all by the kindnesses of benevolent strangers that he's survived as long as he has. Between begging, church charity, and finding odd little jobs wherever he could -- sometimes working with other orphan children but more often than not going his own way -- Rathi eventually found himself along the well-travelled Tradesmen's Road. The keeper of an inn called the Gilded Crown took the boy in not as his own, but as a dutiful pair of hands he could pay in food and shelter instead of silver.