[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PVXYWf6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qAakc1A.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti [color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin [color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] Top Deck [color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch and Val [color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas 🌸 Incense[/hider] [color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/l2JB9rm]Kimono[/url] [color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 30 [color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body [img]https://i.imgur.com/phiFSQQ.png[/img][/center] Meiyu sat on the top deck, her figure draped in a flowing kimono, its black and gold fabric shimmering in the soft glow of the light. She was ensconced in one of the plush lounge chairs, a small porcelain cup of tea held delicately in her hands, the steam rising in thin tendrils as she read a well-worn book. The weight of her curved sword sat beside her, the blade hidden under the folds of her robe, a silent reminder of the quiet danger she carried with her. The deck bustled with people—voices murmuring, laughter echoing, the occasional clink of glass or scrape of chairs. Yet, Meiyu was alone in her corner, detached from the crowd as her sharp eyes observed those around her, always watching, always calculating. A dragonborn and his young daughter caught her attention. The father’s demeanor was harsh, his voice barely a whisper but cutting all the same as he looked with barely concealed disdain at the large warforged man standing near the bar as he led his daughter down the stairs. Meiyu could almost taste the tension in the air between the two. She was well-accustomed to prejudice, having seen it many times before and even experienced it herself. Across the room, a half-elven woman with striking magenta hair moved with an air of curiosity, her eyes scanning the room as she approached the bar. Meiyu couldn’t help but admire the woman's seemingly carefree attitude, the way she held herself, as though she didn’t have a care in the world. She could already tell there was something beneath that fae-like calm, a story that begged to be told. Then there was a cloaked figure, perched by the bar like a shadow among the brightly lit patrons. Their hooded presence stood out, as though they preferred not to be seen, yet drew Meiyu’s eyes all the same. Not many were cloaked and even less seemed to be trying to hide their face like this person was. The soft rustling of their cloak suggested more than just concealment—they were hiding something. Meiyu’s lips curled slightly, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. There was always more than met the eye in places like this. And now, an older dwarven man had come up the stairs and approached the warforged, his hearty laugh ringing out above the murmur of conversation. Though the conversation was too distant to hear clearly, she could sense the dwarven man was delighted by the warforged presence. What a refreshing contrast to the previous interaction with the dragonborn. A light tap at her pocket brought her back to the present. Her fingers moved with practiced speed, seizing the wrist of a young boy, no older than thirteen, attempting to lift something from her. His eyes widened in shock as she pulled him into full view, a calm smile still playing on her lips. [color=7DBC89][b]"You've chosen the wrong target,"[/b][/color] she said softly, her voice like silk, but carrying a weight that made the boy freeze. [color=7DBC89][b]"In some parts of the world, if someone is caught stealing, they lose a limb."[/b][/color] The boy’s face went pale, panic creeping into his features as he glanced at her sword. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat as Meiyu’s grip tightened around his wrist. [color=7DBC89][b]"I’ll be generous,"[/b][/color] she continued, her voice still calm, [color=7DBC89][b]"and allow you to keep your limb. But you must learn a lesson. You need to be wiser on picking your targets and understand there are consequences to being caught."[/b][/color] His eyes darted to hers, wide with fear. [color=lightblue][b]"W-wait, what are you going to do?"[/b][/color] Without another word, Meiyu twisted his arm, her movements swift and precise. The boy let out a strangled cry as his arm broke with a sickening snap, his face contorting in pain. Meiyu pulled him gently down, her demeanor oddly soothing as she sat him next to her, the broken limb resting in his lap. [color=7DBC89][b]"Shh,"[/b][/color] she murmured softly, her hand gently pressing his trembling shoulder, as though comforting him. [color=7DBC89][b]"No need to make a scene."[/b][/color] Her eyes flickered over the room, then she called out, her voice carrying in the quiet space. [color=7DBC89][b]"Doctor!"[/b][/color] she called, her tone as even and serene as before. [color=7DBC89][b]"It seems this young man has fallen and broken his arm. Do hurry, please."[/b][/color] The lounge grew quieter for a moment as the people nearby took notice, but Meiyu remained the picture of composed elegance, her delicate fingers resting on the boy’s trembling shoulder, her eyes scanning the room for any who might dare to challenge her calm.