Full Name: Taleste Jot-Anne
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: Taleste is just under average height, skinny, and has neck-length thick brown hair. Her eyes are green, and her face would be described as 'pretty' instead of 'beautiful'.
Personality: Taleste , on the outside, looks ditzy and happy-go-lucky. An optimistic floozy who never tries for anything, or uses her brain, and simply hasn't had to deal with the consequences yet. But she's smart. She tends not to show her brains because it's more fun to disarm people with them, and take them by surprise. Smart may not do her justice. She is downright cunning. But despite this, she is still a mostly normal person, and the thought of putting herself in danger or killing another person don't really appeal to her.
History: Taleste was born in one of the massive towering apartments that belong to the lower-lower class. Her parents split up when she was two years old so she was raised by her dad's best friend and his partner. She never saw her parents, and to this day she's never met them, nor does she want to, for this sort of thing isn't uncommon in the area she lives.
She was 14 when she first stole something, and she grew addicted to the feeling. She practices pickpocketing until she became really good at it. It was also at this point in her life when she developed her love of partying. The club scene was a great place to nick some stuff, and the social aspect was appealing to. She made a lot of friends, tried every drink under the sun at least once, and lost her virginity, all before she was 16. By this time, she was quite rich. She struck out on her own, and managed to buy her own flat in the middle-lower class part of the city. An uncountable number of off-on relationship later, she decided that she needed to clean her life up. She was finally starting to mature. She need to get more serious about her life. She didn't want to get a job. She wanted something...bigger.
Occupation: Pickpocket
Weaponry: None (yet)
Augments: None