Celestial Bonds
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Maria Abigail Tepes | Heinrich Von Allen
Melati Lin | Annabelle Jessie Clarke
Vitus Ayolous | Liv
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"My life is all but exquisite pain. Join me in this world of mine!"
Full Name: Heinrich Von Allen
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Tall, heavy and muscled, Heinrich is quite a specimen for a man. Years of training without rest turned him into the hulking mass that he has become, as well as benefitting from a lineage of tall men. Strangely enough, the only thing that looks out of place is his long blond hair. For some reason, he lets his locks of golden grow.
Height: 6 feet 9 inches
Weight: 369 pounds
Background Information
History: Born under obscure circumstances, Heinrich never really enjoyed the sun of the day much during his childhood. Son of a slave whore, his younger days were spent cleaning filth from the most despicable depths that society had to offer. The abuse he went through and witnessed to his mother forged a personality that relished in inflicting pain, and forged a boy who was prone to violence. Fending off a life of slavery, where he needed to give his all to survive every day, Heinrich became a teen who was willing to put his own body on the line to see another day. When he was of a respectable age, Heinrich was sold to the arena, to become a pit fighter. There, he would fight to earn the right to live. There, nobles would get to enjoy a bloody show, and maybe gain profits from the fighter they'd wager their money on.
Born with an impressive stature and survival skills honed throughout his years as a slave, Heinrich was quick to become an excellent fighter. In the arena, he would shed blood without hesitation. Not in the hopes of finding freedom, mind you. He fought for the thrill of the slaughter. The pain made him feel more alive than he ever was before. The death he caused made him feel like he was the master of his own destiny. Little did he know that this sadistic fervor of his would garner a peculiar interest from an onlooking young miss.
One day, after a particularly bloody and gory fight, he met face to face with the girl that would become his master. She had purchased him to become her own personal slave. There was a glint in her eyes that was both familiar and unknown to Heinrich. Once again, he found a life of servitude under his new mistress. However, as used to slavery as he was, never would he had thought that such a master could exist. Her cruelty knew no boundaries. Pain wasn't a thing she feared to inflict should her commands be neglected. Heinrich learnt of it all too much,
Brief Personality: Heinrich is a murderer. No more, no less. He spent way too much time in the pits and enslaved to know manners. He is a crude man, void of empathy and without sense of honor. If weakness is shown to him, he won't hesitate to grab you by the neck and slowly squeeze your life out. Much like his mistress, he is quite the sadist himself. However, he appears to also relish on the pain he suffers.
Emotional Bond: Master and Servant
Partner: Maria Abigail Tepes
Celestial Gear Information
Name: Shmerzen
Type: Scythe
Appearance:
Schmerzen is a scythe made to maim in the worst ways possible. Seemingly crafted from the bone of a gigantic creature, the weapon is just like its wielder; large, heavy and unwieldy. However, combined with the strength and stature of a man such as Heinrich, it becomes a tool of slaughter. If the blade at the end doesn't tear open flesh or pierce through, its sheer weight can crush bones.
Function: The scythe makes it so Heinrich becomes increasingly stronger and tougher the more pain he receives. Also, the more pain he feels, the more Heinrich becomes mad. At a point where pain starts to become intolerable for him to handle, his strength is such that he is able to rip limbs apart with his bare hands and his skin becomes so tough that mundane weaponry causes only superficial wounds. Alas, his maddened state makes him fly into blind rage, unable to acknowledge orders except from his mistress (even then, her feelings must reach to him empathically). Fortunately, he can still distinguish friends from foes during his raging state.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Inflicting pain. receiving pain. fighting, killing, blood, gore, weapons.
Dislikes: Peace, slavery, his mistress, animals, silence.
Hobbies: Training physically, submitting to the will of his mistress.
Character Theme: Indestructible - Disturbed
Other: Oddly keeps his hair clean and long. Unclear whether it is of his own choosing or one of his mistress' strange desires.
GreenGoat Harmless Flower Person
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Personal Information
"Won't you play with me?"
Full Name: Maria Abigail Tepes
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 156cm
Weight: 45kg
Background Information
History: Born to a rather obscure noble family in Warraqia, she wasn't at all that rich, but still, she did not want for much. Not that there was much she wanted, for mostly she desired to sate her cruel desires. Her servants were utterly terrified of her, for her cruel games and sadistic nature. Her family of course, simply let her indulge in her desires, only telling her off should she go too far, for good servants were hard to find.
One day, they took her to an arena, on a simple pretense that she needed to go out, though it was actually to alleviate the servant's suffering. It was then that she saw the spectacle of the bloody arena, the violence inflicted for sport, the sheer atmosphere of adrenaline and excitement in the air. Since then she has been frequenting the arena, and inflicting much less pain upon her servants, which both relieved and worried her parents.
It was then that she met him, a large hulking man who seemed to brutalize through his every fight with ease.Without even a second thought, she purchased him as a slave for herself. Oddly enough, afterwards she hardly ever went out of her way to torture or play cruel games upon any of the servants. Her parents and siblings took it as a sign that she was growing up, while the servants merely sighed with relief that none of them would be cruelly harrassed. Noting that the man Maria had purchased seemed to be bloodied at times, her father assumed the man was also teaching her to be calmer in some ways, and made him her personal guard, considering she took him with her a lot.
Brief Personality: Pleasant, polite and genuinely friendly, but has a sadistic streak a mile wide. Tends to view people as objects at times, and finds anguished screams exciting to hear. Can and will do anything she deems necessary.
Emotional Bond: Master and Servant.
Partner: Heinrich Von Allen
Celestial Potential Information
Focus concept: Impalement and Sacrifice
Spell list:
Name: Spike
Function: Materializes a pike or spear of up to 3 m in length in a 10 m radius around her. She can only materialize of up to 3 at a time, with a space of 1 second between each materialization, and can only materialize them on surfaces that she can see. Starts to tire her out exponentially if she materializes them too fast and too much. Can tap into Heinrich's pain to power it, meaning she can accelerate her summoning of it by a factor of two if she uses both her stamina and his pain, but she can also just use his pain to power it normally without using up her own energy. Numbs Heinrich's pain when used. Note:she can't control what comes out from this ability, so different sorts of pikes or spears may come out.
Name: Spike Volley
Function: Spike generated pikes or spear can be picked up as if it was but a mere feather, and fly when thrown as if from a balista. Pike or spears cannot be used again after throwing. Can sheathe itself in magical energy powered by Heinrich's pain, creating a small explosion where it hits. Numbs Heinrich's pain when used.
Name: Pain Resonance
Function: Pain inflicted on her can be used to resonate with Heinrich's pain, healing them both at the same time. Heals them slowly but surely, as long as both of them feels pain. Numbs Heinrich's pain when used.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Pain, the suffering of others, knives, Heinrich, blood, savoury pastries, dogs.
Dislikes: Sweet pastries, being dirty, odd novelty clocks, a singular piece of clothing that has more than two colours on it, wigs, bees.
Hobbies: Inflicting any sort of physical pain to people.
Character Theme: Theme
Other: Has an odd habit of licking her lips when thinking hard about anything.
luftschiff
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Personal Information
Full Name: Melati Lin
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Mel is quite tall among her people, with dark skin, darker hair, and the darkest eyes. She scars quite easily, and makes no effort to hide them. Jessie decides what she wears.
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 115 lbs
Background Information
History: Melati is the sole heir of the Lin family ranch, which controls a large portion of Sangtan Island's food supply. She grew up rich and privileged, raised more by servants than her own parents, who were ambivalent toward her as long as she didn't jeopardize the family reputation.
Though she was taught to read and write and encouraged to pursue scholarly activities, Mel spent most of her time outdoors learning how to work the ranch. She was always fond of animals, but found that her true passion was reptiles. Namely, lizards. In her early teens, she began taming and studying native lizards, but it was also around this time that she was sent away for higher education.
Melati went to college on the mainland to pursue a degree in fine arts, and it was there that she learned just how much she didn't know about social customs and etiquette. After earning her degree, she promptly returned to Sangtan and did nothing with it, content to stay in her bubble and play with lizards. But waiting for her was a different sort of friend: the servant, Jessie.
Mel and Jess were instant friends. In a month, they acted as though they'd known each other for a year. In a year, they were inseparable. Jessie, knowingly or not, gave Mel the support she needed when she was at her lowest. Now, Mel does everything she can to ensure that Jessie knows she is appreciated, even though it isn't needed.
Brief Personality: Energetic and outgoing, Mel is always excited to meet new people, though is less comfortable around others of high class. Due to her sheltered childhood, Mel can come across as naïve or even obtuse when it comes to social matters, but tries not to bother herself with what others think. She is most herself around Jessie.
Emotional Bond: Best Friend and Confidant
Partner: Jessie
Celestial Potential Information
Focus concept: Animals
Spells:
Melati can take on one attribute of an animal she has seen or interacted with before. It only takes a few seconds to cast and lasts as long as she maintains focus.
Mel can transform into an animal that she has seen or interacted with before. It cannot be larger than a pidgeon and takes about half a minute to cast, depending on how well she can recall the animal. The spell lasts up to an hour or until it is dispelled.
Mel can call nearby animals to her and verbally command them to fight for her. Animals that are influenced by her gain resistance to incoming attacks. Cast time depends on the size, number, and proximity of animals affected, and can take up to a minute. Only simple orders can be given, and more intelligent animals may ignore them. Currently, she can control about half a dozen small animals of pidgeon size.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Being outside, dissections, cooking
Dislikes: Nighttime, impractical clothes, reading
Hobbies: Learning everything possible about animals, building reptile habitats, generally driving the servants crazy
Other: She has a 7-year-old Argus monitor named Bao. He is trained to walk on a leash and is coming along.
SaintSanguine Notorious Homosexual
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"I know 'e's just a lizard. But 'e's her lizard."
Full Name: Annabelle Jessie Clarke
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: She's tall and muscular, with short, curly red hair and freckles on her tanned face. She has brown eyes and pink cheeks, and wears only modest clothing. Long, simple working dresses with the sleeves rolled up are typical.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 162 pounds
Background Information
History: She was born on the mainland, then moved to the island Sangtan with her parents in a small primary wave of Grenheim colonists. She grew up playing with local boys and working hard for her family, and eventually was contracted at age 22 to the Lin family's manor to be the daughter's personal servant. She tended animals with the stable boys and assisted in cleaning the servants' quarters for a year until the daughter returned home from university.
Then, the arrangement changed. She cleaned the daughter's room, helped dress her, assisted in bathing her, brought meals to her when she was ill, bandaged her when she injured herself, and accompanied her every day to feed and take care of the animals. They quickly grew close.
Very close.
Closer than a noble and her servant ought to be.
Jessie's indifference towards animals transformed into an attitude of respect as she observed Melati's love for them. Her reverence to her masters transformed into simple obedience as she came to know Melati better. Though she knows her rank and would not dare act above it, there is nothing in the world that is worth changing her friendship with her mistress. They are inseperable friends. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Brief Personality: Around nobles and Melati, Jessie is bashful and refined, with a delicate hand and a tendency to keep quiet. Amongst people of her own class, her brash side comes out. She grew up running with and wrestling the boys, and her matter-of-fact attitude shows when Melati isn't there to have her feelings hurt. However, there is no surer way to catch her ire than by making a crude joke or implication.
Emotional Bond: Unattainable Love
Partner: Melati Lin
Celestial Gear Information
Name: Chakar
Type: Bagh Nakh (Indian tiger claws)
Appearance:
Long, curved claws extend just past the fingertips with rings that wrap around her digits and wrists. The claws are made of iron with a thick, sharp spike jutting out from the thumb and more spikes that protrude from her knuckles. The claws are heavy and articulated, and are capable of gripping and reopening with her hands.
Function: Energy from the surrounding wildlife, from animals that Jessie's partner Melati summons, and from Melati herself is siphoned and used to empower Jessie. Her attacks are stronger, her bones are resilient to blunt force, and her skin is more resistent to breaking.
Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Animals, lizards, competition, working, eating, friendly people, Melati
Dislikes: Crassness, lewdness, bitter and sour foods
Hobbies: learning to read, caring for animals, sparring, training, spending time with Melati
Character Theme: Melati darlin', you're my best friend.
Other: If she cannot find a way to stay busy, she will go to Melati.
Chasers115 The FatCat
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Vitus is a young nobleman that flaunts an air of confidence at first glance. Unfortunately, upon subsequent glances, the truth becomes exceedingly clear. He's not just confident, he's downright arrogant. Vitus possesses something that most people would describe as 'a really punchable face'. There's just something about him that makes you want to slap him silly the first time you lay eyes on him. His clothes are perfectly ironed so there is not a single crease to be found, his hair is meticulously washed and dressed so it perfectly cascades over his shoulders, his eyes are always looking at those around him with an irritatingly refined sense of pity, and there is not a hint of stubble to be found on his perfectly clean chin. Even from a single look, it is easy to tell that this is a spoiled man who has likely never faced any resounding conflict in his life.
Vitus knows this, of course, and he has no intention of addressing it as an issue. What point would there be to changing this little persona of his? It fits him so well, after all.
Vitus knows this, of course, and he has no intention of addressing it as an issue. What point would there be to changing this little persona of his? It fits him so well, after all.
Vitus is the youngest child to a rapidly failing noble lineage, although he is either completely unaware of this fact, or does not care in the slightest. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful family of three sons and a single daughter, but plague has long-since stripped the family down to its least deserving member: Vitus. As far as Vitus knows, his father still lives; likely run of somewhere in a fit of madness or a desire to start fresh somewhere distant. It matters not to him. The closest thing to parents that Vitus has ever known are his head servants: The Butler, Markus, and The Maid, Meldioline. They are a older married couple who never really wanted to raise children, and now that they have raised Vitus to the current point, they will never want to raise another child ever again.
For his part, Vitus completely avoided the life of his servant foster parents, and grew into the role of aristocracy alarmingly fast. He quickly became the spoiled child that Markus and Meldioline had tried so hard to deter, and raised the mantle of his family far higher than his father ever could have. A perfect face at parties, a gracious host when he held his own, and an excellent conversationalist to all the people he needed to schmooze with. If he had any sort of long-term plans or goals, many people would consider him to be an excellent manipulator. However, the actual truth is far simpler; Vitus is perfect for his role among the fat and happy aristocrats, if nothing else.
With everything at his beck and call, Vitus really never had any obstacles for him to overcome. No thrilling tale of rivals, no daring deeds to be performed, not even a touching story of him attempting to rebuild his family name. For the most part, he was happy to wallow, grow old, and die.
Of course, every interesting story needs something to liven it up; so enters the pathetic street rat. One failed robbery attempt (likely by complete accident on Vitus's part) and an apparent fixation on the Ayolous family fortune, and the household picked up a stray. A stray who steals all the cutlery and eats all the fancy mints.
That's not to say Vitus isn't amused by the 'guest'. Liv has quickly become a pilfering match to what he believes is his flawless wit, and the relation ship between the two quickly grew into a proper rivalry. He'd set up numerous traps and obstacles in her way, and she would escape and elude them almost perfectly. Then he'd make them more numerous and far more complex, and the cycle would have theoretically continued endlessly. It's hard to tell exactly what Liv thinks about Vitus, but in his mind, she almost makes up for the friends he lacked as a child. Not that he would ever admit or consciously come to that conclusion; she is just a pitiful street urchin, after all.
For his part, Vitus completely avoided the life of his servant foster parents, and grew into the role of aristocracy alarmingly fast. He quickly became the spoiled child that Markus and Meldioline had tried so hard to deter, and raised the mantle of his family far higher than his father ever could have. A perfect face at parties, a gracious host when he held his own, and an excellent conversationalist to all the people he needed to schmooze with. If he had any sort of long-term plans or goals, many people would consider him to be an excellent manipulator. However, the actual truth is far simpler; Vitus is perfect for his role among the fat and happy aristocrats, if nothing else.
With everything at his beck and call, Vitus really never had any obstacles for him to overcome. No thrilling tale of rivals, no daring deeds to be performed, not even a touching story of him attempting to rebuild his family name. For the most part, he was happy to wallow, grow old, and die.
Of course, every interesting story needs something to liven it up; so enters the pathetic street rat. One failed robbery attempt (likely by complete accident on Vitus's part) and an apparent fixation on the Ayolous family fortune, and the household picked up a stray. A stray who steals all the cutlery and eats all the fancy mints.
That's not to say Vitus isn't amused by the 'guest'. Liv has quickly become a pilfering match to what he believes is his flawless wit, and the relation ship between the two quickly grew into a proper rivalry. He'd set up numerous traps and obstacles in her way, and she would escape and elude them almost perfectly. Then he'd make them more numerous and far more complex, and the cycle would have theoretically continued endlessly. It's hard to tell exactly what Liv thinks about Vitus, but in his mind, she almost makes up for the friends he lacked as a child. Not that he would ever admit or consciously come to that conclusion; she is just a pitiful street urchin, after all.
Vitus is incredibly arrogant and reluctant to acknowledge his own mistakes; that much is both easy to see, and likely all that people will ever get to know about him. However, he almost seems to have a self-awareness hidden behind those bored eyes. Like he's aware of these character flaws, and still does absolutely nothing to try and fix them. He consistently flip-flops between gross incompetence and astonishing clarity, to the point where it's impossible to discern if one is an act, an accident, or some sort of highly irregular multiple personality disorder.
An unhealthy mix of an egocentric desire to keep around the only person Vitus believes can match his wit, and the even more egocentric desire to finally one-up her in said contest of wits.
Liv
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Vitus can create a one-time-use portal that anybody can utilize. These portals can be no more than 5ft apart, must be vertical (as if they were a doorway) and immediately shut upon a single creature passing through. If more than one creature attempts to pass through, they simply pass through the portal as though it was not there. Vitus can open/close these portals at will, though he can only have one portal active, and cannot close them if they are being used. In the event that one does close while someone is using it, the entirety of their body appears as if they had successfully used the portal, with no repercussions.
Vitus can freely lock a creature's limb to a certain place, or drag them around by the selected limb. This ability manifests as a small length of silk wrapping around the affected body part like a rope, either anchoring to the ground, or attempting to pull to wherever Vitus desires, and he cannot summon more than one length of rope at a time. The rope itself cannot hurt creatures (i.e, cannot make a noose), but it can pull them into harmful situations. The rope cannot pull more than a significant amount of weight, and can be broken with equally significant force. Vitus can also use this ability to pull inanimate objects, though they must still fall within the weight restriction.
Vitus can launch a targeted enemy, ally, or himself 10ft into the air. Anybody launched with this ability suffers the subsequent falling damage, though they can also attempt to mitigate the fall as normal. This ability requires 20 seconds before it can be used again, although it can be used on targets that are already in the air.
Sweets, fine art (In all forms), astronomy, wine.
Challenge, dirt, rain, the smell of hay
Stargazing, reading.
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Most people would never believe for an instant that Liv is a threatening individual based on looks alone. By all appearances, she’s an underfed, frail looking street rat, and the fact that she’s alive is by the grace of some higher power. Certainly, the thief is just a fraction too thin, her naturally pale skin contrasted too deeply by the rich, dark tresses of raven hair, hazel eyes sometimes paling in the sunlight to such a faded color that they might be grey. Her features are equally delicate, much to her chagrin, marred more often by dirt than by injuries. The frailness of her frame is a deception given away by the ferocious hunger in her gaze, always seeking more, always seeking something, even if it may cost someone else everything.
Alas, for someone that steals for a living, Liv’s clothing is always a little lacking. While she has a certain preference for simple clothing that doesn’t hamper her mobility, she’ll wear whatever she can get. The folds always hang just a fraction too baggy, and nothing ever seems to quite fit her. Most of her wardrobe is also decidedly ratty, dirt stained at best, torn and fraying at worst, but Liv couldn’t care less. So long as she can move freely in it, she will wear it.
The most striking feature that Liv possesses, however, is the shock of white hair, a pristine streak amid strands the color of the night sky. The imperfection is caused by piebaldism, a condition which is also the cause of a triangular patch of white skin on her forehead (she does her best to cover this with her bangs at all times) as well as two symmetrical patches on her ankles, and a small spattering of white blotches like stars across the small of her back. Though these imperfections are difficult to see without close examination thanks to Liv’s already pale flesh, the girl covers them as best she can with clothing whenever possible.
Alas, for someone that steals for a living, Liv’s clothing is always a little lacking. While she has a certain preference for simple clothing that doesn’t hamper her mobility, she’ll wear whatever she can get. The folds always hang just a fraction too baggy, and nothing ever seems to quite fit her. Most of her wardrobe is also decidedly ratty, dirt stained at best, torn and fraying at worst, but Liv couldn’t care less. So long as she can move freely in it, she will wear it.
The most striking feature that Liv possesses, however, is the shock of white hair, a pristine streak amid strands the color of the night sky. The imperfection is caused by piebaldism, a condition which is also the cause of a triangular patch of white skin on her forehead (she does her best to cover this with her bangs at all times) as well as two symmetrical patches on her ankles, and a small spattering of white blotches like stars across the small of her back. Though these imperfections are difficult to see without close examination thanks to Liv’s already pale flesh, the girl covers them as best she can with clothing whenever possible.
Liv’s earliest memories are of the streets. Born to no-name peasants and raised by scum even lower than that, the girl never really knew a different way of life. A street rat, a nuisance, and a threat—that was all she’d ever really known herself to be. She’d never been lonely—at first, the younger street rats banded together in the face of adversity—but she’d always been wary where survival had to come before anything else.
Cecily dove into the alley, her slender body fitting into a small gap without issue as she heard Richard being dragged out into the open.
In terms of a street rat’s life, Liv never considered her life to be extraordinary. She followed people that helped her survive, adopted whatever names they decided to give her as a temporary identity, then abandoned them when she either outgrew or outlived them. She never considered the idea of rising to a standing above that, and to a certain extent, the girl was content with where she was. Living was hard, but it provided her something to do. Steal this, pilfer that, provide for whoever decided that she was worth keeping around as company, treat everyone as though they might discard her like garbage because she knew they would.
Beatrice curled her fingers around her dagger, her breath coming to a stop before she stepped out from the shadows. Henry didn’t hear the younger thief’s footsteps as she approached, didn’t see the flash of a rusty blade until after she had moved it across his throat.
With each successful act of thievery, Liv grew more daring with her actions. Commoners and merchants aside, the girl started finding her hands lifting coins from men and women dressed in finer clothing, looking for items that no peasant would be able to afford. The payoff was astoundingly higher and the challenge greater. What first started as an act of necessity soon became a twisted method of entertainment, and it went well…until she met Vitus, that was. It was supposed to be an easy mark, a quick little nip and lift, but somehow, things had gone awry.
It was more out of petty vengeance than anything else that Liv decided to begin pilfering everything in Vitus’s home. Cutlery, bowls, food—anything that she could get her hands on, really, and she received something that other marks simply didn’t give her. Adversary. A challenge. Every time her deft little fingers managed to make off with something, a new trap was added, a new security measure was set into place, and it was exhilarating. The girl quickly made Vitus’s estate her new “home” of sorts, leaving only to steal what was necessary for living, warding off other thieves when they dared to approach. Vitus soon became the longest lasting relationship Liv had ever had with another human being. The threat of imminent death or being hauled off by guards didn’t exist, she didn’t feel a nagging reminder at every turn that she might outlive or outgrow the noble, and it was...different from her other partnerships. She found herself growing fond of her challenger, settling into the identity that she’d given Vitus.
She hasn’t had to abandon it yet, and she’s content with that.
Cecily dove into the alley, her slender body fitting into a small gap without issue as she heard Richard being dragged out into the open.
In terms of a street rat’s life, Liv never considered her life to be extraordinary. She followed people that helped her survive, adopted whatever names they decided to give her as a temporary identity, then abandoned them when she either outgrew or outlived them. She never considered the idea of rising to a standing above that, and to a certain extent, the girl was content with where she was. Living was hard, but it provided her something to do. Steal this, pilfer that, provide for whoever decided that she was worth keeping around as company, treat everyone as though they might discard her like garbage because she knew they would.
Beatrice curled her fingers around her dagger, her breath coming to a stop before she stepped out from the shadows. Henry didn’t hear the younger thief’s footsteps as she approached, didn’t see the flash of a rusty blade until after she had moved it across his throat.
With each successful act of thievery, Liv grew more daring with her actions. Commoners and merchants aside, the girl started finding her hands lifting coins from men and women dressed in finer clothing, looking for items that no peasant would be able to afford. The payoff was astoundingly higher and the challenge greater. What first started as an act of necessity soon became a twisted method of entertainment, and it went well…until she met Vitus, that was. It was supposed to be an easy mark, a quick little nip and lift, but somehow, things had gone awry.
It was more out of petty vengeance than anything else that Liv decided to begin pilfering everything in Vitus’s home. Cutlery, bowls, food—anything that she could get her hands on, really, and she received something that other marks simply didn’t give her. Adversary. A challenge. Every time her deft little fingers managed to make off with something, a new trap was added, a new security measure was set into place, and it was exhilarating. The girl quickly made Vitus’s estate her new “home” of sorts, leaving only to steal what was necessary for living, warding off other thieves when they dared to approach. Vitus soon became the longest lasting relationship Liv had ever had with another human being. The threat of imminent death or being hauled off by guards didn’t exist, she didn’t feel a nagging reminder at every turn that she might outlive or outgrow the noble, and it was...different from her other partnerships. She found herself growing fond of her challenger, settling into the identity that she’d given Vitus.
She hasn’t had to abandon it yet, and she’s content with that.
Given Liv’s background, the girl’s personality is almost predictable. A little crude, rather vulgar, and filled with a dastardly fire that keeps her alive, Liv certainly comes off like the urchin she is. Though she keeps herself out of the way out of habit and will frequently observe a target for extended periods of time, Liv’s personality keeps her in constant motion, keeps her always doing something to keep survival on the mind. Some call her restless, but she likes to consider it as “wary”.
Naturally, there are a few things that come with the territory of being a thief, and a few things more when stealing happens to be a cornerstone of one’s being. Greed, for one thing, is something that most people would call Liv’s vice, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. She’s always seeking something new to add to her collection, and it doesn’t have to be a physical thing. Knowledge, information, treasures of anything that she can lay her fingers on, Liv desires to some degree. Just about the only thing she doesn’t thirst for is status, and even that is because she understands the loss of freedom. Of course, the price of being content with her greed is the fact that Liv is territorial to a fault. If she views something as hers, there is very little that she won’t do to keep it that way. Her territory, her people, her things. Hers, hers, hers, and nobody is to touch it.
It goes without saying that Liv’s lifestyle has also left her with a crippled conscience. That isn’t to say that she is entirely devoid of the concepts of remorse or guilt, but with so few people to tell her right from wrong, the thief has never had to consider the ethics of her actions. That said, she doesn’t find issue in taking actions that others might find morally questionable for her own benefit. After all, as a street rat, it’s a dog eat dog world.
Naturally, there are a few things that come with the territory of being a thief, and a few things more when stealing happens to be a cornerstone of one’s being. Greed, for one thing, is something that most people would call Liv’s vice, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. She’s always seeking something new to add to her collection, and it doesn’t have to be a physical thing. Knowledge, information, treasures of anything that she can lay her fingers on, Liv desires to some degree. Just about the only thing she doesn’t thirst for is status, and even that is because she understands the loss of freedom. Of course, the price of being content with her greed is the fact that Liv is territorial to a fault. If she views something as hers, there is very little that she won’t do to keep it that way. Her territory, her people, her things. Hers, hers, hers, and nobody is to touch it.
It goes without saying that Liv’s lifestyle has also left her with a crippled conscience. That isn’t to say that she is entirely devoid of the concepts of remorse or guilt, but with so few people to tell her right from wrong, the thief has never had to consider the ethics of her actions. That said, she doesn’t find issue in taking actions that others might find morally questionable for her own benefit. After all, as a street rat, it’s a dog eat dog world.
Somewhere between rivalry, friendship, and fondness. It’s hard to classify. All she knows is that Vitus is her mark.
Vitus Ayolous
Allows the wielder to take and remove items from shadows cast by the wielder. Living things cannot be pulled into the area of effect and items must be able to fit within the cast shadow to be pulled in or taken out. If the shadow is somehow removed while an object is being put in or taken out, the object breaks. Melding the wielder’s shadow to another cast shadow does not increase the area of the wielder's shadow. The pocket currently has a volume limitation of approximately one wardrobe.
Fruit, horses, dogs, mint, and colorful objects.
Other thieves, snails, people touching her things, that one particular servant at Vitus's place...
Stealing, hiding, stabbing people, humming when she thinks nobody's around.
波斯貓 - S.H.E.
★❜ Liv is somewhat literate. While not as capable as any noble, Vitus's meddling has managed to let her start to piece together the basics of reading. She generally lacks the patience to do it because it takes her quite some time to slowly cobble together even the simple notes Vitus used to leave her. She isn't able to write.
★❜ Liv does not have a full name and has a habit of abandoning names given to her by people she's moved on from--she doesn't remember all of them. Liv just happens to be the latest and longest lasting of the bunch.
★❜ Apples are her favorite food.
★❜ Has exceptional musical sense and perfect pitch
★❜ She's very, veeeery flexible.
★❜ Liv does not have a full name and has a habit of abandoning names given to her by people she's moved on from--she doesn't remember all of them. Liv just happens to be the latest and longest lasting of the bunch.
★❜ Apples are her favorite food.
★❜ Has exceptional musical sense and perfect pitch
★❜ She's very, veeeery flexible.
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