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If you're looking to roleplay, that's cool, if you can keep my interest. I get bored easily. Sell me.

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The rumble of voices exploded through the marketplace as Myyt slid like sunbeams through treetops between the dusty, sand covered stalls of soft merchants and their goods. Spicy and sweet aromas of exotic spices fluttered through the air, masking the scent of the sweat which soaked nearly everyone's clothing. Not far from where Myyt was skulking about, there erupted a heated argument between a customer and one of the merchants. No doubt the commotion was over some disagreement over the price of some gem or bauble, yet that did not concern Myyt. What concerned the clever thief was the lack of attention being paid to the good merchants "hidden" goods. Behind the stall, hidden in a shelf under the counter top sparkled the hilt of what appeared to be a very, very valuable dagger. Immediately entranced, the young man gave a slight smirk before wrapping a silken cloth over his bright cerulean hair, then back around over his nose and mouth leaving only his crystal blue eyes to be seen by any of the more... observant populace.

Staying close to the shadows, Myyt grew closer and closer to his quarry. Unfortunately, our thief did not notice that although the commotion being caused by the merchant caused the perfect distraction, it also summoned a pair of large, armored guards. As Myyt reached out and gingerly grabbed dagger, a large, plated hand grabbed his wrist. A pair of eyes peered down at him from behind the confines of a heavy, metal helmet as a crooked smile crept over the guards scarred face.
"An' just where ya tink yer goin', mate?" The guard nearly spat at him. A sheepish grin crept over Myyt's face which was (unfortunately for the guard) concealed by his scarf, otherwise he might have had an idea that the young man was going to twist in such a way that the guard, no matter how hard his grip, could never follow. Once his grip was broke, Myyt bolted off into the street, tucking the dagger within the confines of his belt loop.

"After 'im!" the guards bellowed as they drew there weapons and began pursuit, parting the crowds like a hot knife before a slab of butter. Myyt ducked under stalls and slid between legs, flying into and out of the crowd trying desperately to escape his belligerents...
No problem. Easy fix. :p
Hmm if I change it to knife will it be ok?
Hmm if I change it to knife will it be ok?
Username: Myyt

Name: Myyt (shocker)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 1st

Class: Theif

Allied to?: Himself

Weapons: Sword

Clothing/Appearance:

Personality: Myyt is very free spirited in nature. He's constantly running off and getting into trouble, which he sees as only half the fun. The other half is getting himself out of said trouble. Despite his irreverent and unruly demeanor, he has a strict moral code which he follows unwaveringly, although some may argue that his code is extremely flawed in some ways. Myyt will not hesitate to take what he believes is rightfully his, or to relieve someone of their excess. He is very outspoken which can sometimes get him into trouble. Although he is a thief, he has a great sense of personal honor.

Biography: Myyt was born to wealthy parents in a wealthy city. Growing up, he did not want for anything and all of his needs were met. This bored young Myyt. As he grew older Myyt would sneak out of the confines of his structured home, smear dirt upon his face and live the life of an urchin in the streets. At first, he would intentionally steal just to get the shop keepers and guards to chase him around town. He loved the thrill of coming up with a plan on the fly and he learned the streets as he ducked under stalls and jumped over awnings to escape his pursuers. Eventually, he began to realize that he was actually a pretty decent thief, and began to steal things that he felt other would no longer need in order to help supply those who did need. When he grew to the age of manhood, Myyt bid his parents farewell as he set off to "Become a reputable buisness man and preserve the great honor and dignity of his house in new lands" (which was a complete lie, of course). Instead, he opted to join and leave (and piss off) several different thieving rings until he decided that he was best suited to the solo life...

Quirk: Fear of heights

Strengths: Sneaky, Courageous

Weaknesses: Small frame, Loudmouthed, Thrill Seeker

Likes: Shiny things, Amazing escapes, Close calls

Dislikes: Getting caught, heavy armor

Romantic Interest: None
What do we have in terms of characters so I can make someone who will (hopefully) round out the group more. :p
Hey can I suggest a soldier class? Foot soldier who uses lances? Other than that I think I'll be gettin to work shortly
Can I suggest a soldier class? A mobile foot soldier who uses lances?
Can I suggest a soldier class? A mobile foot soldier who uses lances?
Can I suggest a soldier class? A mobile foot soldier who uses lances?
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