Post by keel on Jan 16, 2018 0:44:14 GMT
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Female
Female
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Hetrosexual
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Human
Human
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Acquisition
Acquisition
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Natalie Imbruglia
Natalie Imbruglia
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Keelty 'Blue' Forsyth
Keelty 'Blue' Forsyth
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Appearance:
Despite her reputation Keelty is not what most people would call intimidating. Standing at 5 feet and 6 inches she is shorter then most with a light build. The first features seen through the gloom of what ever dank dark tavern many tend to meet Keelty is her eyes. A legacy to her title as 'Blue'. There is warmth in them; but behind it lies a ruthless and patient observation of her surroundings.
Despite her reputation Keelty is not what most people would call intimidating. Standing at 5 feet and 6 inches she is shorter then most with a light build. The first features seen through the gloom of what ever dank dark tavern many tend to meet Keelty is her eyes. A legacy to her title as 'Blue'. There is warmth in them; but behind it lies a ruthless and patient observation of her surroundings.
With an easy smile and a coy expression on the rest of her features Keelty seems to be perputally amused. Her clothing style is that of a wanderer. No clear indentification of where she calls home. Normally it's styled to fit in with the local's favouring darker cooler colours if possible.
A small but deep scar runs across her nose and a similar one rides on the underside of her left forearm. A mark of a fight barely one. Not one for sutbley Keelty is open with the arm's she bears. At her hips lie her knives, stained with pitch proudly worn in dark green scabbards.
Personality:
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History:
"So, you decided to cross ol Blue eh? That was a mistake mucker. She dont take too kindly to that sort of thing"
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History:
"So, you decided to cross ol Blue eh? That was a mistake mucker. She dont take too kindly to that sort of thing"
The older man hacked up a cough and spat on the floor before drinking deeply from the flask at his table. I was tied to the chair. I was having trouble deciding which hurt more. My face or my pride having been bested by such an old man. But appearances can be decieving and being jumped from behind will also give the ambusher a marked advantage. I ignored the sound of blood dripping from my chin as I worked my mouth looking for the strength to speak clearly.
"Didn't cross anyone. Not stupid"
"Not what Blue said mate. She said you gave her information that comprimised the guild see"
"No one died."
"Not the point mucker."
I swallowed painfully I'd misplayed. Should have denied that I'd given Blue misinformation. But i'd been desperate to loose my prospect status of the Thieves. Naturally i'd thought i'd never have been caught after all. Blue was only a human. No way she could have ears everywhere. My thoughts were interupted as soft footfalls strode into the room. I glanced up Blue was staring straight into my eyes. Her expression was hard and neutral.
"I'm not sure exactly what the end goal was. Perhaps you could enlighten me. Given all the effort I went to finding you. It's the least you could do"
"Earn my place at the table"
"Who said anything about a table?"
I blinked. I was confused. I met her stare.
"I'm a prospect. They told me I was a prospect. I got the brand! They burned me!"
"You are a little bird."
"No. I'm a thief. Look at my arm. Look at it."
I hissed it, I wanted her to look at my brand. I'd earned it through pain and fire. Blue approached me and in a muted flash one of her knives had sung through the air through the meat of my left bicep. With a snick it was returned to it's sheath and her warm hands had ripped my sleeve off. As she smeared blood from the stinging wound ontop my barely healed weeping brand scar I screamed in pain. She looked at it critically before rolling up her own sleeve. Shining over smooth skin was a brand. Hers was different. It was a set of crossed keys. A cage in the eyelet of one and a Sparrow in the second. Mine was just a rune.
"Nothing more then a set of ears and eyes. You understand that? You will never earn this."
Her clean hand tapped her brand. With her gaze burning into mine she continued.
"I don't employ Cowards. Thats what you are. You hide in the shadows listening for every scrap so you can beg what ever you can from my Guild. Then it turns out to be wrong as well. I think I'll leave it to chance."
With her bloodied fingers she withdrew a coin from one of the small bags on her belt. Tossing it the air Canning called heads. As it clinked on the floor Blue looked down at it with a smile
"Looks like fate is the darker side of destiny huh?"
As my mind clouded from the pain suddenly amplified from a red flash on my right hand. I dared look down. One of Blue's knives was sticking out of the wood. Blood drenching the pitch and chair. A thunk as my index finger severed freshly hit the floor. My scream that followed cracked as Blue lifted the knife again.
"Are you ready to try the truth?"
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Miscellaneous:
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Miscellaneous:
Any other information that you would like to include, such as established relationships, pets, what kind of weapons they use, where they reside, or anything else you think is noteworthy.
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ALIAS
ALIAS
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OOC Notes
OOC Notes
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HOW'D YOU FIND US (1st only)
HOW'D YOU FIND US (1st only)
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