[CHAR] Crescent Dagger Camp

[Blizz]

"Why fear the dark when you can hide in it?."

Name: Mason

Age: 15

Appearance: Mason is 5 feet and 8 inches tall, has pale skin and muddy-brown hair that is cropped just over his forehead. His eyes are rich blue and stand out the most out of his face. He typically wears common clothes such as a cloth shirt and a pair of leather shoes as well as a necklace of a dark blue stone with a band of leather to wear it. He also has a scar on the left side of his face across his eye, therefore he is unable to see through it.making his left eye completely useless.

Personality: Mason is calm and collective mainly, he doesn't show emotion often but has his moments, when someone first meets him he acts the way he mostly does but once someone gets to know him, he is more open around them. He is always a quiet person even around his friends. On the surface he can be cold and distant to everyone, making him come off as a loner at first, never asking for help but always giving it. Reguardless of his distant nature, once someone messes with his friends he snaps on them and would kill someone if they met his friend any harm. Despite being born to a life of thievery, Mason is a good person and can be known to do the right thing no matter what, reguardless of his life.

Weapon: A Sword with a grey blade with several etchings decorating the base of the blade, these etchings are a number of swirling lines that resemble a forest floor. The handguard of the sword is a shining bronze beam that balances the sword out. The hilt is black with white vines painted on it spiraling around the hilt. The hilt ends with a round stone for the pommel. The scabbard for this blade is a black Painted wooden case that fits the sword perfectly, the symbol for the camp is shown on the side of it, a belt is also attached to the scabbard so that Mason can wear it at his side.

Other: N/A

[silverlucario5]

"Some say the dark is scary, i call it home."

Name: Silver

Age:15

Appearance:Fang is 5'9 and has short black hair but long in the front covering his left eye, Fang has one blue eye on the right side while having a silver one on the left.

Personality: Very aggressive to enemy's and rich people, Often calm during battle, Very distant at times.

Weapons: One large sleek black scythe and a bow with poison tips.

Other: has several cutting scars on wrist.

[shylarah]

Nikki

Ignore the feline features, but ^that's basically original Nikki.
"WOO~!"

Name: Nikkolaira “Nikki” Wyatt
Age: 22
Appearance: Nikki’s an active young woman that’s always on the go, and her figure reflects that. She’s quite shapely, and prefers to wear flattering clothes, generally showing as much tanned skin as she can get away with. She loves black clothing, and it’s always something that lets her move freely and won’t get in the way when she’s up to her usual activities. She generally wears a pair of woven bracelets with amber and green stones, and shoes are usually a pair of solid-soled sandals with straps so she doesn’t lose them. Her blonde hair she keeps trimmed at her jawline, and her light brown eyes are lively. She has a wide grin, and some form of a smile is her standard expression.

Personality: She’s a nice person, if perhaps overly exuberant, though her tendency to tease and play pranks can certainly seem mean. But she wouldn’t wish ill on anyone, and is more or less harmless, so long as her life isn’t threatened. Nikki’s approach to life is one of humor and gleeful optimism, diving headlong into every opportunity that comes her way. When she decides to do something, she commits herself fully and holds nothing back. Life is something to be enjoyed, and she plans to do that to the utmost. Unfortunately, her thirst for excitement and frequent lack of foresight mean that she doesn’t necessarily think things through, and that can land her in sticky situations. At least she’s pretty creative when it comes to innovative solutions to problems, though not all of them would be wise to attempt. She actively courts disaster, be it trying crazy stunts or stealing a bun from a food stall for the thrill of getting chased. She revels in danger, carefully balancing on the line between wild and downright crazy. It’s a good thing she seems to have excellent luck. Telling her not to do something is one of the best ways to get her to try; if you don’t want her to eavesdrop, you’re better off discussing something boring for a bit instead of lowering your voice.

Weapon: Nikki is fairly good with knives, and usually carries a couple on her. Her favorites is a small but sharp karambit of superb craftsmanship.
Other: She’s quick and agile, with an ability to keep her feet under her even in difficult situations that would put many cats to shame. She’s also an excellent climber and very flexible. She is the daughter of a merchant, and so has a good eye for quality items. She turned to stealing mostly for the thrill, and ran away from home in her teen years when she was told she wouldn’t get to inherit her father’s business.

Paige Samira

Name: Paige Samira (originally Emily Dilysse)
Age: 17
Appearance: She’d tell you her hair is the color and texture of straw, but it’s really more of a wheat-blonde. It’s just to her shoulders, though she always has it pinned up and back, often with some sort of simple hairsticks. She has khaki green eyes and a snub, upturned nose. She prefers nice dresses, but since leaving home with Miry and the others she usually settles for very simple skirts and frocks, or just loose trousers to go with her plain tunics. She’s only 5’3”, though she frequently jokes that she’s at least taller than Miry.

Personality: To those she doesn’t know well, Emily comes across as quiet, withdrawn and a bit awkward. To her friends, she’s a sweetie with a generous heart. She’s very critical of herself, including about her looks, and often gets flustered or upset when she makes mistakes. She has trouble seeing her good traits, nor is it easy for her to accept a compliment. She tends to be optimistic, though she doesn’t smile nearly as much, even among friends, since the death of her mother. She can be a bit of a mother hen, fussing over things more than might be necessary. Threaten someone she cares about, particularly Miry, and the shy mouse will turn into a fierce mama bear, defending that person with force if necessary. Otherwise she hates fighting -- and stealing, for that matter.

Weapon: Emily was in training to be a Queensguard, so she’s pretty good with a few different weapons. Her preference is for polearms and staves, but she has reasonable skill with knives, and she knows the basics of swords. Her other favored weapons are a bit less standard. The bladed fan is a favorite, and long needles or very thin knives make excellent hair accessories.
Other: Her father was a stablehand, and the girl learned to ride young. As a result, she’s very comfortable around horses and can handle them well.
She has been good friends with Miry for years, and worked as her maid. Her mother was one of the princess’s maids as well, and the girls first met when they were children. Mother and child both helped the disowned princess make it to freedom, but Emily’s mother was injured in the escape, and died not long after.
She has feelings for Winter, but hasn’t said anything to him about it, nor to anyone else.

Bits

Name: Samantha Quinn, but those in the camp have taken to calling her “Two-Bits” or mostly just “Bits”, since she’s not told anyone her name.
Age: 7
Appearance: Bits is a slight child, though she’s no longer dangerously thin, as she was when she arrived. She still has little extra fat, and looks more spindly than anything else. She has long dark brown hair that is usually a bit messy. It covers a portion of her face, and she uses it as a shield between herself and others. Her eyes are a deep blue and often shadowed. She has a sharp chin, and pronounced cheekbones. Her clothing is a bit ragged, with the skirt obviously cut from something longer so she won’t trip on it, fraying at the bottom and gathered in tight at the waist with a bit of rope. Her shirts are a bit big too, bunching up at the shoulders in particular. She has a jacket as well, and when she wears it the folds turn her into more of a puffy blob than a person, with the hem falling halfway down her thigh.

Personality: The girl is painfully shy, and has yet to say anything to anyone. She avoids eye contact and doesn’t want to stay around other people for any length of time. She’s very skittish, frightening easily and frequently spooked into running off. She seems afraid of weapons. She’s uneasy around swords and bows in particular, and it’s even odds she’ll flee if she so much as sees one. She was first spotted skulking around the edge of camp a year and a half ago, and it took a good deal of coaxing before she’d come anywhere near other people. Even now, it’s not entirely clear where she sleeps. She doesn’t stay in any of the known tents, nor at Tomcat’s place.

Weapon: none. She has a small knife, but it’s strictly a tool.
Other:She can’t stand the sight of blood, turning faintly green at the sight. She’s also very good at hiding, and at wiggling into small places.
She tends to avoid others, but she's friends with a very few people in the camp. Delshad is one, and oddly enough Prince is another.

Delshad

Name: Delshad
Age: 39

Appearance: Delshad is a large man, tall and broad and well-fed, though a few years in the camp have turned a large portion of his pudge into muscle. He has dark skin and darker hair, usually done in a bunch of tiny braids. He keeps himself clean-shaven, and his face is creased by deep laugh lines and crow's feet. There’s a couple wrinkles in his brow as well, but these are not nearly so pronounced. The man usually has on a cook’s apron, and he keeps his sleeves rolled up if they fall past his elbows. It is not unusual for there to be smudges of flour on his person.

Personality: A good-natured man, Delshad is quick with a smile or a kind word. He loves cooking and it is his life’s mission to make sure the inhabitants of Crescent Dagger Camp always have the best food he can possibly make with the supplies he has. He is highly attuned to what goes on in his “kitchen”, and while he can no longer press various treats upon all visitors he tries to at least have a few spare ones for those who are especially young, especially needy, or both. In his opinion, food is the cure to a lot of problems. If someone has a cold, then it’s chicken broth. A sore throat is soothed by one sort of tea, and the nightmares of children by another. A bad day can be improved by a pastry or sweetmeat, along with a listening ear. He gives advice freely, to the best of his ability, and he exudes contentment with his place in the world and a sense of general well-being.

Weapon: None, but he’s strong that his bare fists can do a good amount of damage.

Other:
Wasting food is a /huge/ no. Don’t let him catch you trying to sneak your vegetables into the compost. Firstly, there’s likely someone that will eat it if you won’t, and secondly you need to eat them to stay healthy. A number of the camp’s younglings have learned this the hard way, given extra kitchen duty after getting caught trying to dispose of unsavory menu items. Now it’s more a matter of finding someone willing to “steal” something they don’t like off their plate, though that too is frowned upon. Nikki has also been taught a lesson she won’t soon forget, after wrecking a large portion of a meal by switching the salt and the sugar.

Taking food without asking is also a no, and all but impossible if he’s present. However if you actually ask he is far more willing, and reasonable requests are usually met. Even if he can’t accommodate someone, Delshad usually finds something to send them off with, even if it’s a mere nibble.

He is a brilliant cook, and can make a good meal from just about anything. He is likewise able to stretch supplies farther than one would expect. These two abilities have lead to more than a few whispers that he uses some sort of magic in his cooking. He doesn’t -- it’s all skill -- but that doesn’t make it any less impressive.

Delshad was the head cook for a wealthy merchant with refined tastes. He’d worked hard for his position after he finished his training as a chef, and prided himself on his skill and creativity in the kitchen. He earned a bit of local fame for it, but when someone out to hurt his employer engineered things so Delshad would take the fall, he found himself with no job and a destroyed reputation. He misses the fine, varied, and readily available ingredients that he used to have to work with, but there’s a different sort of accomplishment in meeting the challenges presented by his new position. He was bitter about it for a while, but there’s no sense in crying over spilt milk and Delshad has come to love the thieves of Crescent Dagger, and looks after them every bit as well as he looked over his old household.

[The Grey Dust]

Spades

"Woof."

Name: "Spades", the Stray.

Age: 3 (Human years)

Appearance:

Spades

On his haunches, Spades is just about 3 feet tall, give or take a few. A large, if not gaunt, dog who scrounges around for scraps and treats through the alleys. His chocolate-tan fur is short and sleek, save for some scruff around his chest and underside. His ears are alert, twitching at the sound of noise as his nose sniffs out possible dangers. The untrimmed nature of his claws suggest he lived without an owner for some time, although his friendly demeanor with humans suggest he once had a human who at least trained him to understand simple commands. Those expressive brows and deep brown eyes make Spades almost seem human, as if he truly understood the conversations you would have with him in deep thought, but then bark happily to remind you he is merely a dog. Or is he?

Personality: A friendly dog, albeit a tad too curious and content to run from place to place to investigate new things. Also can be bribed with treats, and snacks, and all sorts of things a dog would consider to be more valuable than gold or silver. Which include ear scritches, belly rubs and head pats with declarations of "good boy!" or "good dog!"

Weapon: Sharp teeth, Untrimmed claws, Irresistible cuteness?

Other: He's a Dog. What more do you think you need to know? They call him "Spades" because he enjoys digging holes and burying his loot. Truly belongs here in a camp of thieves.

[Polaris North]

Emi Takamitsu

Name: Emi Takamitsu [though she has a whole bundle of other fake names]

Age: 15

Appearance: Emi is quite the small thief. Standing at 5 feet flat, she is probably the smallest in her age group but she doesn't care much about that. She has shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has that cute, innocent young girl look going on for her. Her clothing isn't very intimidating either and quite plain when paired up with her bright colored hair and eyes. She wears a custom-made mask and cloak whenever she meets someone out of the camp for information.

Personality: Emi is just the ball of cute energy and fun. She probably made the whole camp her friend and cheers up most of the people she comes across. Although she has very few emotional attachments and nearly no one she actually trusts (save for her partner in crime). She is very secretive about her past, as she was not born there. She manages to control the conversation so it wouldn't focus on her entirely. Although to those who she cares about, she can be a little protective. One should not even think of crossing her when it came to dirt in your name, if she doesn't already know your deepest darkest secrets, bet that she will soon enough. After all, she is an informant worthy of praise.

Weapon: She has two daggers hidden in her person that she uses for self-defense.

Other: She is also a magician (uses this for thieving most of the time). She is also a trusted informant in many parts of the kingdom, however illegal her methods of finding out are. Partners up with Will on multiple occasions.

Will Trubant

Name: Will Trubant

Age: 18

Appearance: Will stands at a height of 5'7", a little small compared to the average height but good enough. He has jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He has an athletic body, built for speed, precision and acrobatic skills. He has a variety of clothing in his disposal, depending on who he plans to target.

Personality: Will is observant but outgoing. If anything, he's a gentleman worthy of praise among the nobility, mostly because he was a noble before he became a thief. He can be a smooth talker when he wants to and has been known to manipulate those he tries to steal from. Taking away their concentration from their valuable and onto him, his partner (Emi) would easily pick someone's pockets. His nonchalant behavior to trouble is something that worries most.

Weapon: He has six throwing knives inside a specially made holder, three on each side of his leg, but of course hidden from view. Another dagger hidden underneath his cloak/coat.

Other: His past is somewhat interesting, ask about it and he'll happily share. His partner in crime is Emi.

[Apoalo]

Tomcat

Name: Olyvar 'Tomcat' Camden

Age: 17

Appearance:

Olyvar

Hider

Hider

Personality: Oly as his friends call him grew up in the Camp coming there from the Capital at a young age when his parents were killed by two street thugs. Growing up in such a place has made him very distrusting, careful, paranoid, wise, resilient, and most of all dangerous. Having done just about everything he could to survive as a small 6 year old, Oly has seen the worst of the world and has resolved himself to never see it again. When he turned fourteen he began a system to help and protect the younger children of the Camp while at the same time teaching them the valuable skills they would need in life, and of course making a profit at the same time. His system? Well it was a spy network that utilized those that no one expected.

That boy you just threw into a brick wall after telling your partner of your patrol paths, the girl you just abused for three hours and gloated about Castle business, the boy cleaning the horse stalls while you left your valuable dispatches on your Horse. All of those were paws of Olyvar who took to calling himself 'The Tomcat'. This system has made him a very well known and even feared boy of sixteen years though in the Thieves Camp he is seen by a hero by the youngsters who flock to him and his large warehouse in the Eastern part of the Camp where children of all ages can be found. Any child less fortunate and with no where else to go becomes a Paw to the Tomcat.

Weapon: Skilled Acrobat and martial artist, uses brass knuckle like weapons. Is also protected by a unit of bodyguards when doing 'business'.

Other: Is a well known face inside Crescent Dagger Camp, and the older patrons have seen him rise from less than nothing. They saw him at his worst. Has adopted one of his 'Paws' as his younger brother and heir.

Toby

Name: Tobias 'Toby' Webster
Age: 13

Appearance:

Toby

Hider

Hider

Personality: Toby is a interesting kid, a kid that has been taught all about the world and how it works by his mentor and adopted 'brother' Olyvar. Toby has mastered the art of manipulation and spying and as such is able to change his personality to what he needs it to be. He has performed missions or jobs as a noble's son, a beggar, a consort, a homeless orphan, a slave, a servant, stable boy, and the list continues. His best weapon is subtly and getting people to underestimate him. He is a swordsman of the mind and his sword of choice is words. When not outside of the Camp Toby can be seen at Olyvar's side almost all the time, learning the ways of a spy and informat while also learning how the network worked, being groomed to take over for Olyvar in the case of a accident which in such a business sometimes happens.

Toby loves to get into deep and complex conversations, giving his mind a challenge and he is exceptionally smart for his age which makes up for his smaller build and frame. He has zero fighting prowess but hardly needs to as he has a way out of just about everything, and the running joke is he can talk himself into and out of the King's throne room without breaking a sweat. When he does let his guard down and just be a kid he's rather normal in that he craves affection and attention, and can be a regular goofball if he knows and trusts you like he does Oly.

Weapon: Preferred weapon is his mind and mouth but he is a rather good user of throwing knives, and practices with them constantly.
Other: Olyvar is very protective of the boy and makes sure even on his missions that he's tailed and protected by someone.

[RomanAria]

Summer Silvershade

”A lady is always discreet.”

Name: Summer Silvershade (Formerly Kailsey of Prainche)

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Summer is about 5 feet, 7 inches tall—Rather taller than average. Her build is slender, though she does have some manner of womanly assets about her. Her hair is dark brown, to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, and is usually tightly braided. Her skin is tan, a smattering of freckles lending to a youthful appearance. Her eyes are her most noticeable feature: one is bright green, the other dark brown. Favoring tight-fitting tunics in light colors and somewhat looser, flowy pants, she still looks very much the part of an acrobat.

Personality: Summer is endlessly flirty and giggly; it almost seems like she’s drunk, most of the time. She’s giggly and bubbly to the point of being annoying; she often drives Miry and Winter absolutely crazy. But it’s just a façade; the real Summer is deadly. Serious, calculating, and analytical. She tries to keep that side of her personality under wraps, away from the real world. As far as almost everyone knows, she’s just Summer the flirty girl who might have slept with every male her age or older at camp.

Weapon: An acrobat trained from a very young age, Summer’s nearly-impossible flexibility and dexterity is a weapon in itself. She wields custom-built devices, she calls them her claws. They are basically padded handles with a multitude of long, thin metal blades on them. She grips them in her hands and clenches her hands into fists, the blades stick out between her fingers, and she can throw punches with the added slicing action. Also it should be noted that, as one of the court entertainers, she was expected to entertain people in all the senses of the word.

Other: Summer has a tattoo of vines around her wrist, the mark of the Aesirian court’s official teams of acrobats and other entertainers. The vines curl, two tendrils up and two down, vaguely resembling a dancing figure on the inside of her wrist. ALSO: She's not actually related to Winter, she just took the same false surname and poses as his sister.

Sunny Rose

*points at self, then at the sun, then smiles*

Name: Sunshine “Sunny” Rose (No one knows what Sunny’s name is, but they decided to call her Sunshine due to her happy outlook on life.)

Age: Six… give or take?

Appearance: Sunshine is a pretty little thing, rather on the tall side for her age and a little thin. Her hair is bouncy, in honey-blond ringlets to her shoulder blades, and her eyes are bright golden brown. She has a splattering of freckles all across her face and shoulders. Her wardrobe is primarily hand-me-downs from the older girls at camp, often cut off and pinned or tied with rope to fit her small frame.

Personality: Sunny is quite a happy little girl, for all that she doesn’t talk at all. She can always be seen with a smile on her face, waving to people and playing with the other kids, and sometimes the grown-ups, too. No one at camp has ever actually heard her speak, though they’ve seen her periodically use hand signs when trying to converse.

Weapon: N/A.

Other: Absolutely loves other little kids. And dogs.

Prince Caerlight

“But, my princess, it is not the queen who wears the crown, but her king!”

Name: “Prince” (how he introduces himself to everyone) Lucas Caerlight. (Formerly Zakyr of Tulbraiss.) Most everyone calls him Prince, except for Miry, who still has her pride and insists on calling him Lucas.

Age: 20

Appearance: One would be forgiven for not giving Prince a second look. He stands only 5 feet, 1 inch tall, and is rather unimpressively built. Sickness as a child has rendered him scrawny, and easily taken ill. His hair is dull black, messily cut, and his eyes a very dark brown and rather dull. His skin is a peculiar shade; members of house Tulbraiss, coming from the south of Aesiria, tend to have very tan complexions. But due to a lack of being in the sun and chronic illness, his complexion is waxy and sallow, almost having a yellow-green undertone. He often wears tunics with lovely embroidery on the collars and trim, which always feature a pair of metallic gold crossed arrows and the silhouette of a lion.

Personality: Prince is painfully, painfully proud. He can be snappish and cruel at times, especially to those people who overshadow him. He can come off as arrogant and conceited; above all he is highly ambitious. He’s more than a little bitter, having been rather close to taking the throne of Aesiria, before Miry got herself thrown out and then the people turned on him. He’s cunning and shrewd, and doesn’t have very much in the way of morals. His one redeeming quality, if it can be called that, is that he has a soft spot for little children. After all, a little one isn’t gonna put a blade through his back. And children are more likely to see past weaknesses. He does all he can to befriend all of the children at camp.

Weapon: Proficient in crossbow and makes a show of proficiency in swordsmanship, but is really still too weak to do anything more than just posture.

Other: Was originally intended to marry Miry; that arrangement’s been made since Miry was six. Somewhat hates the girl for “ruining his chance at glory” but tolerates her in the hopes that someday she will be able to take the throne of Aesiria as queen, and he will have retained enough favor to remain at her side, and become the king.

Winter Silvershade

“It’s not honorable. I refuse to stand for it.”

Name: Winter Silvershade (Formerly Larazos of Saindri)

Age: Nineteen

Appearance: Winter stands an impressive six feet, four inches tall. His build is overall muscular, though not terribly bulky. With his dark brown hair ragged and uneven, no two strands the same length, and his tan skin marked by blade scars, he’s quite the intimidating sort. His pale blue eyes are narrow and vaguely reminiscent of a cat’s.

Personality: Winter can seem cold, harsh, and unforgiving. He has a very strong sense of morals and generally is rather stiff and unyielding. Rather cynical and jaded, moreso than you’d expect from your average 19-year-old. Something about seeing what happened to Miry made him realize the world wasn’t as great of a place as it was supposed to be. He vowed that he was going to try to make the world better (though he promised this, ironically enough, as a traitor fleeing from the king’s justice.) He doesn’t compromise well and is rather muleheaded about carrying out his own idea of justice.

Weapon: Having been in training for knighthood, he’s quite proficient with longsword, longbow, glaive, and lance. The three-ish years on the streets have given him proficiency with dagger, sling, and further refined his hand-to-hand combat techniques.

Other: Does not approve of Summer’s choice of profession; thinks she would have done much better as one of the Queensguard—the queen’s most trusted ladies-in-waiting who are trained to fight and ride, while still acting like a lady. Also, if you touch Miry in any even vaguely-suggestive way, expect to meet a slow, agonizing death by his blades.

Miry Ghostheart

“A queen who wears a crown of thorns is still a queen.”

Name: Mirror "Miry" Ghostheart (formerly Aymiria of Morewen).

Age: Thirteen.

Appearance: The most notable thing about Miry is her height (Or lack thereof). She’s 4 feet, 4 inches tall, and not making many bids to get taller. Her eyes are bluish-violet, her skin fair and unblemished, and hair long, wavy, and dark chocolate brown. Overall her features are delicate and refined, hinting at a noble lineage. She favors tight-fit dark tunics and leggings for her wardrobe, and always wears knee-high black leather boots. Even in summer she will not wear a short-sleeved tunic, and certainly not a dress.

Personality: Miry can best be described as distant. Not that she’s off in the head, she just… doesn’t volunteer information. If one can get her talking, if one can convince her to trust them, she’s very intelligent and has a razor-sharp wit. But getting her to offer up more than the barest information is quite tricky; most of Crescent Dagger thinks that she’s mute. She’s very dependable and reliable, and often acts much older than her age. (Having been raised in a royal court until she was ten, then charged with treason, tortured to a “confession”, disowned, and nearly executed… Needless to say, she’s had to grow up way, way too fast.) Once you can befriend her, she’s a little goofy, and really a very sweet girl, behind all the layers.

Weapon: Miry is quite well-versed in poisons and that is her weapon of choice for assassinations. Good at sleight-of-hand and using illusions and tricks of the light, almost being able to sneak something out of a person’s coinpurse without them noticing, even if she’s talking with them face-to-face. She’s decent with a sling but absolutely refuses to use a bladed weapon.

Other: Don’t expect her to tell you, but she’s the younger, disowned daughter of Tseimyen of Morewen, the king of a wealthy (if small) land to the west, the kingdom of Aesiria. Also don’t expect her to show you, but there are meticulously placed knife scars lacing across pretty much her entire body—why she dresses so modestly and hates bladed weapons.

[Leoven]

Claret

C L A R E T

Come down, come down; Can you feel it bound you surround you?

A G E:

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A P P E A R A N C E:

Claret stands at five foot four, shorter than average for her age group, with a slightly athletic build. Her wine red hair is cropped short, falling just an inch above her shoulders and pointing in different directions, with a few strands styled into a small braid tucked to her left and dyed a sable black. Her eyes are a light green and are often narrowed into cat-like slits. Her clothing tends to be more casual, with a dark brown leather vest above a simple dark grey shirt, but no matter what she wears, she always has a wolf fang that hangs from her silver necklace.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Claret is easy-going and cheerful, with her lazy smirk and bright smile making her seem approachable to almost anyone. She finds it easy to talk to all sorts of people, from crooked criminals hanging out in deserted alleys to the posh nobles sitting comfortably in their thrones. This kind of behaviour makes it easy for her to persuade people into doing what she wants and seeing things her way. She does, however, have a tendency to become carried away especially when experiencing extreme bouts of anger or having her sadistic tendencies triggered. During these times, the cheerful Claret disappears only to be replaced with a bloodthirsty beast, which is why she tries her hardest to never reach this point. Not again.

W E A P O N:

Claret's weapon of choice is a pair of short swords, each made from a thousand layers of steel. Each sword had been made especially for her, allowing her ease in using them as though they're simply extensions of her own arms. She strikes from the shadows, fast and deadly with her swords, leaving her target either subdued or killed within seconds. Her fighting style, however, makes her an easy target as she has no way of defending herself other than a simple parry of her swords and her speed.

O T H E R:

Claret acts as one of the camp's agents and specializes in gathering information, through both spying and torture, from their targets. During one of her previous missions, Claret had been tasked to abduct a daughter of a nobleman in exchange for a hefty ransom, but found that the daughter wished to joing their camp. She now looks after Peridot.

Peridot

P E R I D O T

A G E:

10

A P P E A R A N C E:

Peridot is quite small, and looks even more so compared to the other people in camp. Keeping up with her code name, she had Claret find a way to dye certain parts of her hair green - enough to be noticeable but not so much that she stood out. Her eyes are a light grey and her face littered with freckles. Most of the time, she's seen wearing a dark cloak, with the insides filled with more pockets than she could count, and a necklace similar to Claret's.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Peridot is an agreeable person. She goes along with what the others do to the point of looking like a push-over and many have taken advantage of this attitude - at least until Claret catches them. Despite the way some treat her, Peridot has never dared speak up against them. She keeps up a bright smile and quietly agrees with everything. Still, her assistance tends to stop short when it comes to anything that might harm herself as she would always put her well-being above all else. She's never going to put herself in the forefront of battle and would rather run away than face opposition. She also tends to be focused on one thing for long periods of time, such as creating new traps or potions.

W E A P O N:

Peridot doesn't fight, at least not head-on. She keeps a variety of traps around her body, which she sets up behind them after a job in order to slow down anyone who tries to go after them. She also deals with creating poisons and tonics, although Claret keeps a close eye on her whenever she does. It's dangerous and she's still a kid, no matter what their line of business might say.

O T H E R:

Peridot (real name: Henrietta Meredith Mills) is the daughter of a nobleman who has devoted most of his life to tracking down the Crescent Dagger Camp. He hatched a plot to have his daughter be "abducted" by the camp in exchange for ransom, only for the abductor to find out that she wants to join them instead. Peridot agreed, taking up a role as a spy inside the camp, and still occassionally sends out letters to her father.

[Sapphire]

Gwendolyn

Apperance

Name: Gwendolyn Paradies

Age: 20

Personality:
Gwen is at heart a con artist and that is what she lives for in life. Her personality depends on the job but she can pull off anything from the sophistication and class of the nobility to the simplistic peasantry. Underneath that she has little care for the world, possibly pessimism but is more likely she feels no need to care. What she gets out of tricking a man out of his wealth is unclear, she keeps just enough of the money to sustain her lifestyle along with anything of interest and she doesn't seem any more dedicated or passionate when conning someone. So its not something she seems to even enjoy and its not about wealth because she gives a good deal of it away. Often times the goal of her cons is info and that she does not sell or take jobs for due to personal reasons.
Gwen never claims to be a good person or to believe she is doing the right thing. To her anyone in the camp who thinks of themselves as a hero is being foolish, there maybe honor among thieves but there is no honor in being a thief.

Weapon: She does not kill if she can help it, her jobs are almost always 'acquisitions' however her arsenal of poisons extends beyond those that kill. Gwen is an odd ball when it comes to administration of any poison, prefering a prick of a needle that goes unnoticed and minimizes the side effects of any poisons.

Other: Rumors of all kind float around about what she really does when swindling targets, if you actually asked she would tell you that its all false but since she does not care about her image in the camp she does not actively douse the rumors.
Due to her knowledge of poison, and possibly and ounce of passion for it, she knows a lot about plants and many animals due to the wide range of ingredients she uses and she can even make solutions and poultices for injuries, should anyone ask.

Gadget

Name: Finn 'Gadget'

Age: 17

Appearance: For 17 he's already quite tall but its clear he hasn't grown into it. Pretty thin and pale if you've ever seen him clean. He's usually covered in soot or some form of grime. Underneath it all he might actually be a little cute but its hard to tell. His hair is an brown with odd streaks of a much lighter almost blondish brown, its unruly as the rest of his appearance and if often also covered in dirt. His eyes are a curious greenish blue and he usually is either wearing goggles so you cant see them well or magnifying glasses so they look incredibly large.

Personality: He's young but he's quite clever. He's the kind of person who asks questions too quickly answers them himself and then forgets he asked a question. In short, inquisitive, smart and lackadaisical. How he ended up in the camp is a bit of a odd story but if you can get him to sit still for more than 5 minuets he'll tell you about it. He loves to fix things and you can literally incapacitate him by giving him a hard enough riddle. Its a quite a weakness because if he shuts down to solve the riddle while in the middle of a job problems can arise. He has the emotional intelligence of a 4 year old and thats being generous, he can barely read emotions and you have to be very clear about how you feel because he will NOT get it if you are vague. He loves helping people but he cant do it for free, that being said he'll make a weapon or fix something do it for trinkets others bring from outside the camp. He got his nickname for all the oddities he makes that really no one finds useful and its not uncommon for him to stop by those known with first aid skills because of these inventions and how they back fire. He's fairly well known for his eccentricities and his usefulness if you need a new weapon, just be sure to tell him not to add anything special if you don't need a rotating sword blade or a dagger that glows in the dark (no one is quite sure how he did that one)

Weapon: He has a several modified weapons but he rarely uses them

Other: He runs a well functioning smith but only at night because the smoke from the fires would give the camp away. He's constantly pushing the boundaries of the current technology and the results have a 50/50 chance of being disastrous. If he ever approaches you asking you to try out one of his inventions, do NOT say yes.

[shylarah]

((ignore me I'm an idiot!))