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heh, Atlas, rad. how'd he find time for sleeping w/ sirens with the whole sky-holdy-uppy thing on his back? @King Tai

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Saghira mulled this over, rolling his head side to side as he considered the questions. After a moment, he licked his lips and said, "Yes and no. I'm from many places. But I don't see why not--what were you looking for, then?"

Then he rose to his feet and folded his arms, wide smile still aimed at Nilos.

× @King Tai

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"...So, this friend, yes? Takes his three goats, runs through the side of the caravan and he's gone! We don't hear from him for nearly a week!" He told the old woman, free hand gesturing abstractly. The afflicted look on her face made it clear she wasn't interested in hearing his story. "He comes back on a Tuesday with one goat, and he tells us he lost the--"

The woman was saved from it by a young, pleasant-looking man in what seemed to be his late teens or early twenties, and she spared him a grateful glance before hurriedly picking up the rest of her spilled stock while the nine-year-old was distracted.

Saghira turned around and craned his neck up to meet the gaze of whoever had interrupted him, and one-over'd the older boy. Green eyes that wouldn't meet his own, but seemed gentler than most to Saghira--his energy was an odd mix of nervous and friendly, and he didn't know what to make of that. And his blood was cleaner than his own; he could smell it. He never knew what to make of that either, especially when his betters initiated the interaction first. And amiable interaction? This was a first. But he was offering help, and Saghira wasn't about to turn it down.

He pulled his lips back in a sharp-toothed grin, and chirped, "If you want, sure! My name is Saghira, and this is--oh..." When he turned around, the woman and her baskets of produce were gone.

x @King Tai

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Aah no don't worry about it, that was all on me! @Kit DewStein

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@Kit DewStein See I thought that Rorack was going to check out the place she'd swore at and didn't realize he was actually following Rox whoops ••'

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@Kit DewStein Aaaaa I realized I misread your first post, I'm sorry if I wasn't making sense with that mention >∆>

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He slipped through throes of legs--human, animal, and otherwise--with a odd kind of ease, blending in with the crowd, moving in ways that shouldn't have been possible. No one ever thinks to look down and back, and he's ever grateful of it.

Saghira was taking up a collection. He'd walk up behind his quarry, slit the bottom of their coin purse with a little pocket knife, then move to the next person with a machine-like efficiency. He likened it to a bee, pollenating the flowers. This place was incredible! He hadn't been to a city this large and swollen with life in
...forever, actually.

The tip of the blade had already cut through the flax of some unfortunate carpenter's pocket change when the sound of something falling and scattering turned Saghira's attention away. He let the gold fall and the woman looked behind her in confusion as her money emptied onto the floor, but he was already gone.

Saghira crouched low and sucked his teeth, dissapointed to find that it was just a few baskets of produce that a not-patron had kicked aside in her anger. Produce wasn't anything special. He walked up to the stall to aid the older woman in gathering the disturbed contents (she seemed more nervous about the presence of a street-rat halfbreed so close to her wares than anything, but he either didn't notice or didn't care) and chittered away at her in broken Brythinian dialect

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Name: Saghira Kadar the Thief

Sex: Male

Age: 9

Social Rank: Mix
- Mother – Human Middle
- Father – Martyaxwar (Manticore) Persian

Appearance: Saghira is a short but wiry child with tight, black curls, hazel eyes, and dark skin – as well as blackened claws and two rows of needle-pointed teeth. There's something decidedly feline about his physiology. He dresses in ragged, woolen pants that have been crudely cut at the knee, chest bare, and a long, navy-blue scarf, and is usually grinning about something.

Powers:
 Enhanced agility and speed
 Feline & Arachnid communication / aid
 Poisonous blood

Personality: Saghira’s bent is the chaotic one. Empirical but not learned, he picks up skills easily and rarely hones or retains them (aside the one thing he’s very good at). He’s tapped into his id – what he does, he does for instant gratification, and rarely thinks ahead. Stubborn, versatile, and fun-loving, Saghira is still young enough to be earnest and sweet-hearted, and honestly wants to help people when he can. It’s just that he gets these urges.

That is, he’s a bit of a kleptomaniac. He never actually keeps the things he knicks unless he can utilize them, or if they’re small enough to be transportable. He has a fondness for gambling and practical jokes.

He’s aware that his name is traditionally feminine, and doesn’t appreciate it being pointed out.

History: The product of an affair, he was abandoned while he was still very young and has only dream-like, half-memories of the city he grew up in – some sand-blown port by the Mediterranean. His mother had been the wife of a wealthy merchant who hadn’t been pleased with the outcome of her third, rather complicated pregnancy. After his birth, she developed a vicious illness and died the winter before his third birthday.

His step-father disowned him afterwards and he was left to fend for himself.
While he started his criminal career with petty thefts to keep his head above the water, it has since snowballed into a long, long list of problematic behavior. Aided by an inborn aptitude for stealth and perception, he’s earned himself the following charges:

- Aiding & Abetting (Accessory, 1 account)
- Assault (3 accounts)
- Bribery (3 accounts)
- Theft / Larceny (Innumerous, one incident including two horses, ~500 gold, and an Egyptian amulet of fertility).
- Trespassing (See Theft / Larceny).
- Vandalism (5 accounts)

This is enough to garner a bounty, apparently. Saghira, having traveled most of the Fertile Crescent in his endeavors, turns north as a fugitive and stows away on a vessel to Eurasia.

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Hiya! Don't have too many, I hope?

Saghira

Name: Saghira Kadar the Thief

Sex: Male

Age: 9

Social Rank: Mix
- Mother – Human Middle
- Father – Martyaxwar (Manticore) Persian

Appearance: Saghira is a short but wiry child with tight, black curls, hazel eyes, and dark skin – as well as blackened claws and two rows of needle-pointed teeth. He dresses in ragged, woolen pants that have been crudely cut at the knee, chest bare, and a long, navy-blue scarf, and is usually grinning about something.

Powers:
 Enhanced agility and speed
 Feline & Arachnid communication / aid
 Poisonous blood

Personality: Saghira’s bent is the chaotic one. Empirical but not learned, he picks up skills easily and rarely hones or retains them (aside the one thing he’s very good at). He’s tapped into his id – what he does, he does for instant gratification, and rarely thinks ahead. Stubborn, versatile, and fun-loving, Saghira is still young enough to be earnest and sweet-hearted, and honestly wants to help people when he can. It’s just that he gets these urges.

That is, he’s a bit of a kleptomaniac. He never actually keeps the things he knicks unless he can utilize them, or if they’re small enough to be transportable. He has a fondness for gambling and practical jokes.

He’s aware that his name is traditionally feminine, and doesn’t appreciate it being pointed out.

History: The product of an affair, he was abandoned while he was still very young and has only dream-like, half-memories of the city he grew up in – some sand-blown port by the Mediterranean. His mother had been the wife of a wealthy merchant who hadn’t been pleased with the outcome of her third, rather complicated pregnancy. After his birth, she developed a vicious illness and died the winter before his third birthday.

His step-father disowned him afterwards and he was left to fend for himself.
While he started his criminal career with petty thefts to keep his head above the water, it has since snowballed into a long, long list of problematic behavior. Aided by an inborn aptitude for stealth and perception, he’s earned himself the following charges:

- Aiding & Abetting (Accessory, 1 account)
- Assault (3 accounts)
- Bribery (3 accounts)
- Theft / Larceny (Innumerous, one incident including two horses, ~500 gold, and an Egyptian amulet of fertility).
- Trespassing (See Theft / Larceny).
- Vandalism (5 accounts)

This is enough to garner a bounty, apparently. Saghira, having traveled most of the Fertile Crescent in his endeavors, turns north as a fugitive and stows away on a vessel to Eurasia.

I might touch up the grammar in a little bit, but there he is

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