Tidus Renn

Tidus wanders into the "graveyard" an hour or two early for the meeting. His whole life is carried on his back. He wears one of only two sets of clothes he possesses, a badly stitched up coat over simple brown and equally ill-mended pants and shirt. His pistols are at his sides, carefully checked over before hand to make absolutely certain that they were in good order. On his back, his sword rests easily, many years of usage having made him comfortable with the weight. Over the sheathed blade, his pack hangs, a battered but durable thing containing his extra clothes, a little food, a few well-used tools, and not much else. He walks into the shipyard with suspicion, carefully watching every shadow and the few other, equally mangy patrons. This wasn't a place someone went when they wanted a ship. This was a place someone went when they wanted escape, from their parents, their jobs, their debts.

Or their pasts. And the demons that came with them. Tidus was just such a person.