So what time period is this actually set in? If it's all knights and magic, and no modern weapons, I'd assume fantasy Medieval era, but we're waiting at a bus stop? I'm confused.
Description: Bob is has a small build, being only a child and having not yet hit puberty. He has very dark, scruffy, unkempt hair, which hangs down partially over his clean, childish face. He has bright green eyes, which sit comfortably above a small nose. He has a darker green T-shirt, which hangs loosely over his small shoulders. Faded black, knee-length, baggy shorts poke out from underneath the long shirt. He sports scuffed, black leather shoes, with torn white socks underneath.
History: Bob grew up in a very suburban area, with his very poor, sick mother. His father died during Bob's birth. He worked in a coal mine, and the stress and excitement of birth gave him a fatal heart attack. He has no siblings, after what happened during his birth. His mother has a crippling illness which grants her partial paralysis, while slowly degenerating her lungs. Bob has taken care of his mother for nearly all his life, and any free time is spent playing outside, coming up with new ideas for games on the boring, desolate streets. Every week, he travels to the markets by bus, to buy his mother some medicine, which, while not curing her, eases her pain and slows the degeneration of her lungs. He was waiting at the bus stop to get to the markets, when he was abducted, and taken to the temple.
Personality: Bob is a fiery, boisterous, young child. He is carefree, his only worry being his slowly dieing mother. He is irrational at times, and loves to express his opinion, albeit in a violent way. He takes very few things seriously, unless it comes to the topic of his mother, or anyone else's. He gets distracted easily, and again, unless it's for his mother, or someone else's, it's very hard for him to remain focused.
Skills: Has great hand/eye co-ordination, and has experience in primitive, long ranged weapons, like slingshots. Does well with anything that requires a steady hand, or somewhat pinpoint accuracy, but tends to falter to almost any kind of distraction. Has a great, childish imagination.
Item: Crude slingshot, with a pocket full of rocks.
The loud clamour of ringing bells forced its way into Bob's head, forcing to him to wake up from his unconscious state. He groaned as he slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, groggily looking around, trying to discern his surroundings. He remembered waiting at the bus stop, to travel to the markets, for medicine for his mother. He remembered a sharp, peircing pain in his back, and falling unconscious. He managed to make out numerous blurry figures running towards somewhere. One tripped over his struggling body, and he snapped awake as he rolled back to the ground with the soldier. Bob quickly jumped up, and stumbled away from the soldier, who was wearing light chain-mail armour. His eyes anxiously darted around the building, inspecting the situation. He could see that he was in some sort of a corridor, and there were numerous medieval soldiers running past. He started to run in the direction the soldiers were coming from to see if he could find someone sane to get some answers from.