Name:
Senna Daher

Color:
Goldenrod

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Description:

Standing at a rather tall five foot eight, Senna can be a rather intimidating appearance wise. She has long rusty red colored hair, and her face is usually adorned with either a confident, playful smirk or a scowl, depending on if she thinks you're being an idiot. She has bright green eyes (much to her dismay, it's her least favorite color).

She has a slender, though not unattractive frame that built more for agility and speed rather than straight up endurance.

Normally she wears simple, but durable leather coat for armor with simple brown leggings and leather gloves and boots , though on rare times when she's not she replaces her coat with a light vest and white shirt. She's not really one for fashion.

Occupation:
Thief, breaker of hearts, adventurer, thrill seeker, the best looking woman in oasis, and your new best friend!

At least, according to her. She's got quite a bit of an ego and doesn't shut up ever about her thievery exploits. Most of which, are highly exaggerated. Most. The bit about her breaking into the Queens palace and stealing? Yeah, that's true.

Personality/Bio:
Senna never knew her parents. Or at least her memories of them are vague and fleeting at best. At most, she remembers their names and their faces. Saghir, her father and Melek, her mother. What she does know about them is that they were once merchants, and they had a fairly comfortable life until she was around seven years old. She doesn't entirely know what happened, but one day they were just out of money. Her parents sold their shop and other assets, and gave Sen a rather large sum of money that they could spare, and took the rest and brought traveling supplies.

They headed into the desert, leaving her behind and she never saw them again. All she has to remember them by, is a simple dagger hilt, a relic from he gave to her before him and her mom left for the desert.

The money helped a little, but she burned through it fast. She lost most of it to thieves and pickpockets. She had led a pampered life until then, so she had no idea how to go about surviving on the streets. Thankfully, she had always been a bit of a stubborn brat so she adapted quickly to the life of a street rat. She taught herself how to use a sword, fashioned her own makeshift armor out of bits and pieces of leather, and lived a fairly easy life as a thief until she was 14.

She met Emiar, another street rat. The two became fast friends, and led a little kiddie gang of delinquents in the poorer section of Oasis. She was designated their leader, and Eimar was her second. They had a pretty good thing going, too. Pick pocketing, general thievery and mischief, and otherwise getting up to no good. They kept at this until most of the kids grew up and moved on. But, well, Senna and Eimar? It was all either of them really knew how to do.

When she turned 19, they decided to get the gang back together for one last thievery scheme. Most of the populace considered their little gang to be nothing more than minor a nuisance. So when they hatched a scheme to steal from the queen herself? Well, no one expected that. And no one expected them to actually get as far as they did either.

They almost made it out without even getting caught.

Even the best plans go awry, though. And this one did. Horribly. Senna was arrested, and Eimar managed to escape with one other, but a few others were killed. An accident, or so the guards say, but it doesn't matter. Considering all things, she got off luckier than some that might have gotten arrested for breaking into the palace and accused of treason. She rotted in the palace dungeons for a few months, until the news of the expedition reached her ears thanks to some talkative soldiers.

This was it.

This was her chance to explore the outside. To finally do what she had always wanted to do!

She managed to convince the soldiers and government that letting her go on this expedition would be less expensive than letting her rot in the dungeons for eternity. She had nothing else to lose at that point, so she might as well, shouldn't she?

-Personality-
Infinitely curious and a little roguishly mischievous would probably sum up Senna's personality in two short words. Oh, and stubborn, can't forget stubborn. She's fairly friendly to most, and she doesn't judge anyone base on rumors, race, status, or anything like that. She doesn't care much for academics or technobabble about fire arms, steam, or things like that. She has better things to be doing - like hitting on that cute girl down the street.

Quick witted and fairly adaptable, she is light on her feet and isn't easily flustered or offended.

She has always wanted to go explore the desert and what lies outside of it. If asked, she'd deny it but it's been her secret dream since she was a child. She fully intends to see the world and explore it to the fullest, and she doesn't have any plans to die any time soon, tales of danger be damned.

Possessions:
Senna wears simple, but functional leather armor and carries a curved bronze cutlass, along with a simple wrist mounted crossbow and some bolts, though she doesn't use it much. They were the only items she was allowed to have returned. She used to have a few pieces of iron armor patched onto her leather armor, but they confiscated them when she was arrested, and since they could no longer find the owner of who she stole them from, the state happily took them.

She has also elected to carry a journal for this journey. She wishes to keep a record of events and catalogue anything...interesting the find.

_{"Miss Opal Lennox, if it pleases you, and Madame Lennox if'n it doesn't."}



Color:
Dodgerblue (1E90FF)

Age:
25

Gender:
Female



Occupation:
Opal has claimed to be many things to many people. An educator. A trader. A religious sort. Her current occupation, such as it is, is that of a trader that joined the caravan to find rare goods to expand her business. Opal, however, is two things and both are unknown to any but herself. The first is that Opal is a Con Artist. The second? A Runaway.

Personality/Bio:
What's actually known about Opal is startlingly little, since as a confidence woman she doesn't exactly want people wising up to the con or identifying her or her lies. But Opal has been many things to many people, and not always with the name 'Opal Lennox'. New con, new identity, new everything. The constants in Opal's life comes from how she portrays herself towards others, regardless of her current identity. Opal is gifted with a silver tongue, the gift of the good liar, and she is not shy about using it. What makes her so effective is that her lies all individually sound plausible, like a salesman memorizing a pitch they know is garbage. Smooth talking is just another way of saying manipulative which is a fancy way of saying charming and all apply to Ms. Opal Lennox.

To know Opal is to know who she was before the lies and deceptions took over. Before Opal or Clarabelle or any of her aliases, there was Ophelia Harrington. Ophelia Harrington was the youngest daughter of the aristocratic Harrington family, a wealthy class living in what opulence and luxury there was to be had in Oasis. Ophelia made several trips to the Queen's court, attending galas and events while being pampered by those beneath her station and groomed for a life of proper Oasis nobility. What could bring such a privileged young girl into the world of deceit and confidence trickery?

At first it was nothing more than a game. Ophelia and her play pals from other wealthy families came up with ways to stave off boredom and have fun at the expense of others all in one swoop. It started simply enough, demanding outrageous items from the hired help and berating them when they inevitably failed or, oddly enough, succeeded, but it had to grow bigger from there. One of her devilish little friends had the idea to swindle a family friend out of a prized possession: an embroidered cane used less for walking and more for showing off. It was Ophelia who was selected to perform the swindle, only because she was the best among them at lessons.

It was not easy, but Ophelia found that feigning interest and selecting her words came rather naturally. After building up a solid rapport with the gentleman, Ophelia managed to get the man to agree to a little trade: his cane for her hairpin. Though it was brass, she came up with a rather elaborate story on how it once belonged to the Queen's ancestors but was given to Ophelia's family as a sign of good will ('And that's why the Harrington family are always on the royal guest list' was her closing line).

She returned to her friends with a cane and a curious thought lingering in her head. If she could swindle a noble, who ought to know better, perhaps she could swindle more people...wealthy or otherwise. She couldn't be seen as Ophelia when out and about, mingling with the lower class, and hid her identity first by simply changing her name. But her way of speaking gave her away if her attire and appearance didn't. The non nobility were far more perceptive than she gave them credit for.

Ophelia occupied her time perfecting the art of the con, swindling numerous people out of cash, possessions, and anything else they were willing to part with. Of course her conning was not exactly the most...savory or legal of pursuits, but in a pinch 'Clarabelle Chetwynde' could become Ophelia Harrington and slink away back to her world.

Ophelia isn't supposed to be on the caravan but after a con gone wrong, the details of which she'd rather not discuss, she made a split decision. After retreating to her home and packing lightly, she killed Ophelia by removing her hair and leaving a ransom note. Her parents in a panic was just the cover she needed to disappear...and the caravan was as good a place as any to let her heat die down. Her parents were searching for Ophelia Harrington. The city guard were searching for Clarabelle Chetwynde, the swindler. But no one was looking for Opal Lennox...because she has only recently been born.

Possessions:
Opal Lennox didn't have very many possessions apart from the clothes on her back and the small locket on her ribbon. However, she did manage to smuggle a single handgun, one of her proudest cons, and a simple seven rounds of ammunition. She'd rather not use it, seeing as how it's more of a trophy than an actual weapon, but in an emergency...one never knows. She also has a small knife used for cutting hair and only hair, and two tubes of lipstick.