C O W T O D R I V E A C A R T
Quand Crow avait jeté dans son lot avec l'homme à la terre portant des armures, il s'attendait à des temps difficiles et beaucoup de luttes à l'avenir. Ce qu'il ne s'attendait pas était une éruption de chaos immédiatement après que leur accord ait été forgé. Il ne s'attendait pas non plus à être jeté dans le siège du conducteur pour un véhicule qu'il n'avait jamais vu de loin et haut dans les chevrons. C'était un appareil à terre : utile quand vous ne pouviez pas courir, balancer et sauter partout où vous vouliez aller.
Les Topdwellers avaient même transformé ces tissus des vieux refuges Sport en planeurs. L'étiquette de prix lisait "tent". Le tissu était imperméable, et assez fort, et pour Topdwellers, il était inestimable. Les planeurs fabriqués à partir des dispositifs ont permis un déplacement rapide à travers le Wal. Malheureusement, le planeur de Crow avait été dans son nid quand il a été forcé à terre en dessous.
Au lieu de ça, il avait une charrette. Il avait été placé dans le contrôle du véhicule, et n'avait absolument aucune idée de comment le faire fonctionner. La pédale contrôlait évidemment la vitesse, mais il n'y avait aucun moyen de ralentir, qu'il pouvait voir. La direction commandée par le volant. La pédale était pesée par une brique, ce qui signifiait que Crow n'avait aucun contrôle sur la vitesse. Malgré la folie totale de ce qui se passait autour de lui, cela l'a soulagé. Ça voulait dire qu'il avait une tâche plus simple. Seulement la direction, et survivre.
Ils allaient à une vitesse contre nature dans une allée immense, étant suivis par des légions d'enfer chargé de terre. Crow essayait désespérément de garder les choses stables. La femme Sport était sur le toit, criant et taquinant, tandis que leur employeur tirait avec son arme. L'homme à capuche, idiot à terre qu'il était, avait complètement ignoré le pilonné Lasblaster Crow avait jeté sur ses genoux, au lieu d'élire pour poignarder l'ennemi avec une lance en bois. Bien sûr que la terre serait si stupide. Donnez-leur un outil, et ils ne le reconnaîtraient même pas.
Un autre véhicule a tiré à niveau avec Crow, sur son côté du chariot. Un lasso a volé de l'ennemi vers leur char. La main de Crow a tiré et a saisi la corde. C'était sa seule main, donc il a dû retourner à la route avec ses genoux. Doucement, il pensait, qu'ils secouaient maniaquement d'un côté et d'un autre. Il a tiré avec son bon bras, tirant le lanceur du siège du conducteur, vers le chariot.
Quickly Crow a tiré son couteau et poignardé l'homme à travers l'œil. L'homme est mort presque instantanément et a flippé sur ses genoux brouillés, rendant la conduite encore plus difficile. Ils se sont retournés à gauche, se souciant presque du tricycle sans pilote que l'homme mort avait occupé. Crowley a maudit ses hanches à droite, jetant l'homme dans la charrette. Il n'y avait pas vraiment de place pour lui, mais ils avaient besoin de son poids pour ce qu'il allait essayer.
"Poids sur le côté droit!" Il rugissait autant qu'il le pouvait. Ça allait mal finir. Il y avait une allée latérale plus étroite (plus étroite). La folie du rouleau à vapeur ne pouvait pas s'intégrer dans ça. Il ne le pensait pas, de toute façon : les immenses étagères étaient trop rapprochées. Mais ça ne marcherait que si tout le monde avait l'indice et pesait sur un côté du chariot. Sinon, ils n'auraient qu'un pourboire.
"Allant à la tournure! Poids sur la droite!" Il a crié à nouveau, espérant qu'ils l'entendaient tous. Plus de temps pour se préparer: Il s'est largué sur le volant aussi fort qu'il le pouvait, et a prié les Dieux Hauts Toits pour leur miséricorde.
| NAME |
 Crowley "Crow" Brightwing 
| DEPARTMENT |
Originally Born among the Topdwellers.
| AGE |
21
| TRAITS |
 Awoken (Arrogant/Clear-Headed/Resourceful)
The Topdwellers always consider themselves to be the most enlightened group of the Wal. After all, their lives are full of real dangers, and real emotions. The petty squabbles of the Cereai, the Nevergrown and the Dorfs, it's all meaningless compared to the desperate thrills of fighting against the dire birds which travel the rafters. This leads topdwellers like Crowley to hold no illusions about the dangers of the Wal, and leaves them of sounder mind and gives them excellent improvisational skills, better equipped to survive these perils. Unfortunately, it also makes relating to the Grounded more difficult.
 Determined
Stubborn to a fault, Crowley will let nothing stand in the way of his recovery. There are medicines in the Wal which can regrow limbs, good as new. There are stories and legends of all varieties. Combined with his arrogrance, Crowley can come off as abrasive and crass, but can eventually be cajoled into doing the right thing. Sometimes.
 Crippled
After Crowley's tragic fall, his left hand was broken, and healed badly. Though he is capable of moving it slowly, and lightly grasping objects, he is unable to wield a weapon effectively, nor can he climb the grapples of his people back to his home. This also leaves him far more open to other injuries, as he is unable to wield a weapon and shield at the same time, nor can he fire two-handed Sporting Goods.
 Agile
Despite his fall, Crowley is a Topdweller. Their speed and dexterity are stuff of legend: even some Grounders know of the great Merle Wingplucker, who single-handedly defeated a flock of dire pigeons by dancing around an enraged Sekyuritee bot, and brougth death to the supposedly-mythical dire duck (by outrunning it through a series of stockerbots which shot the duck, instead of him). Before his fall, he was one of the best climbers in his tribe. Of course, his light weight and slender form will fetch him a quick death at the hands of anyone who catches him.
Crowley's sense of balance is also incredibly refined, from past days swinging between the rafters. His damaged arm is still capable of balancing him as he moves, so his balancing ability is still roughly the same as it used to be.
 Strengthened
After healing from his fall, Crowley was forced to adapt or die. Forced to use only one arm to avoid the agonizing pain, he developed a much greater amount of strength in his right arm to compensate for his left, and now climbs through a combination of leaping, aerial inversions, and sheer force of will. His grip strength is incredible, as is necessary for a climber. Luckily for him, most things in the Wal can be climbed with only three limbs, including the Topdweller Training Ground (enormous swingsets conjoined together over the years to be a massive jungle gym, hidden deep within The Wal).
Despite this, unless he can fix his other arm, he will never be able to climb as quickly or as safely as the other topdwellers. Every climb is a risk.

| EQUIPMENT | - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.
 Knife
Part of the Sporting Goods section is a place known as The Tinkling Wall, where rows upon rows of sharp knives, held in place by fiendish plastic cases and security racks. One of the Topdweller ritual raids involves a trip to the Tinkling Wall, to try and find loose security racks, and steal the knives within. Crowley was a part of one such raid before the fall, and acquired for himself an eight-inch steel knife.
 Tactical Birdfeed
Crowley's trump card. While the Topdwellers fear and fight the dire birds with every waking moment, some of the more intelligent among the rafters came up with the brilliant idea of mixing birdfeed with a few herbs particularly fragrant to birds. With the recipe considered a secret among the Topdwellers on pain of death, the TB can be used to summon giant pigeons, robins, or sparrows to a particular location. Unfortunately for Crowley, he has only a small amount of the stuff left, and does not know the recipe to make more. Normal birdfeed just doesn't have the same kick to it.
 Clothes
As with most Topdwellers, Crowley travels light. There is plenty of food around The Wal if one knows where to look, and all Topdwellers learn how to scavenge from an early age. All he really needs at all times is the clothes on his back, and the tools mentioned above.

| BIOGRAPHY |
There comes a time in every Topdweller's life when they must find their place among their peers. This can be as one of the stealthy raiding parties, who swoop to the floor of the Wal and prowl the various departments, looking for supplies they can hoist to the world above. Some serve the tribe as Raptors, serving as the first line of defense against the dire birds which stalk the rafters. Still others work as Rockscis, exceptionally clever people who manage supplies, come up with new combat methods, or work to improve the quality of life of the tribe.
Whatever their position, all Topdweller youths find their place in the First Flight, a ceremony which involves several trials of the different facets of Topdweller life. Any topdweller can participate in the First Flight more than once, provided five Stocking cycles have passed.
Crow never even got through his first ceremony. Although doing well on the raiding and creativity portions of the First Flight, during the combat portion, things went disastrously wrong. While attempting a dangerous swing between rafters to strike at the backside of a dire canary, an unexpected wing flap sent Crowley tumbling on hs grapple. He became entangled in the rope, and his grapple dislodged. He fell some distance before, by some miraculous stroke of luck, the grapple found purchase again. The wrenching in his left arm was agonizing, and he swung into a Shelf.
The village of the unstocked Shelf, named Providence by the inhabitants, were kindly enough to attempt to set his damaged arm, to no avail. Still, thanks to their care and kindness, Crow was able to recuperate enough to begin attempting climbs again. He stayed in Providence (which was really quite the misnomer, all things considered) until he was one day able to climb down from the Shelf to the floor beneath. He took nothing with him but his TB, knife, and clothes.
He never thanked the Shelffolk for their kindness, either.