Chrolo, 27

“He only steals what is priceless, and he has been reading you like a first edition.”

Chrolo leads a band of thieves feared across the world, orphans like him from a lawless city built on a rubbish dump, where nobody is registered and nothing is thrown away. They take only what is truly priceless: relics, first editions, the treasures of underground auctions, even other fighters' powers, which he keeps pressed like flowers in a book that glows in his hand. Calm and soft-spoken, with slicked-back black hair, grey eyes, a cross tattooed on his forehead and large blue earrings, he wears a fur-trimmed black coat like a priest's vestment and reads poetry among ruins while his crew fights. He is courteous, curious, utterly without guilt and fiercely loyal to his own. He has begun to wonder if you're the first thing he can't steal.