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That's an interesting character, Cohort. Welcome to the Guild.

argh! sorry ive not posted yet, guys. I'm only here for a few minutes today, but I swear I'll have something up this time tomorrow.

Name: Anna
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: piano playing
(also falls under 'skills' catagory)

Appearence:
Anna has dirty blonde hair usually tied in a long braid behind her back. She wears the traditional gown, anyone would. Nothing too fancy. She has strange markings on her back. She doesn't know where she got them. Anna has deep blue eyes. (Sorry if my descrpitions a little too small, I'm new. Please be easy on me)
Bio: After her parents died, Anna had to move away to clear her name. The only thing she has valiuable, to her atleast, is a golden locket that was given to her by her grandmother. Anna is indeed special, but she keeps her secret from everyone. Anna is a werewolf. (not sure if you would mind that or not. I just have this thing with werewolves)

Eh...I hope this checks out.

Name: Henry Taggart Mountjoy
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Occupation: "I am a businessman. I conduct business."
Skills: Excellent diplomat, important connections and a small fortune. Likes fencing on occasion.
Appearance: Placid face with angular features framed by blonde hair. Clothes are of high quality and normally in red and black, the colours on the Mountjoy coat-of-arms. Speaks in a luxurious and condescending tone of voice.
Bio': The Mountjoys have long been a wealthy family, managing to survive peasant revolutions and crushing depressions for years. Many scholars have attributed this to the silver tongue that runs through the family: it seems that every Mountjoy is born a businessman, diplomat and (depending on whether or not your on the recieving end of their brand of diplomacy) a vile swindler. They have always managed to attend the right social gatherings, invest in the right companies and get out right before everything goes pear-shaped.

Henry was no different. Like every other member of the family, he had been taught about the economy, trading, shipping and the importance of selecting the right wine for parties. However, he'd felt no real passion for all the scheming and the controlling of a fat duke here or of an influential cortesan there. When his father died, and he was left with their fortune, he had nothing to do.

Desperate for a change, he struck out and bought a couple of prime bars on the docks. Over time, he began to learn about the criminal underworld and how it fit into the big picture. Replacing the tiresome lords and ladies of old were the leaders of smuggling rackets and assassin bands, people who were darker and more dangerous while still possessing the same patterns that allowed you to make profit off of them. It was Henry's ideal world, and he couldn't help but grow richer.

He now plays an active role in the Rogue's Guild, as a financer and negotiator. He always remains untraceable, never touching money and never touching any illicit goods. When not dealing in the underworld, he swindles the aristocrats, luring them in with promises of the profits crime can bring and allowing them to join him long enough for him to be able to collapse their miniature corporate empires and donating the profits to the fine lords and ladies in the Rogue's Guild.

Mister Mountjoy is accepted.

I have only one qualm about Anna: what does she looks like? You provided a picture, Half-Moon Warrioress, but then you went off on a completely different text description. So which is it?

Anyway, the RP has already started. Click here: the-rogues-guild-t14480.html

Name: Raquel
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Occupation: Entertainer and "magician" (sleight of hand to steal things), Fights using a similar style to Muay Thai in Real Life
Appearance: Raquel is about 5'8", rather slim for his age. He's an angelic-looking blue-eyed blond. Don't be fooled. He's just planning how to con you out of your coin purse or the shirt off your back.

Personality: He is a slight womanizer but never more than he ever seems necessary. He is a skilled musician and small time magician, and has an uncanny ability to fit into a crowd. He uses his slight of hand to pickpocket or make a person look the other way. He is very independent and dislikes authority figures who flaunt their power, but will take orders from a friend or someone who can do whatever is being asked.Clothing: Dark green pants that are tight at the waist and spread out closer to the ankles, Maroon vest, Medium sized black headband, lizard skin belt and coin purse.

Accessories: 12 dirks, Kefferis (the instrument), 2 decks of cards, a set of normal dice

Name: Maringa
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Occupation: Traveling dancer, but does other things as needed to survive.

Apperance: Maringa has long black hair with a slight curl to it that has a tendency to obscure one or the other of her large green eyes. She is tall for a woman being 5'7" but also relatively thin. Being originally from another country completely, she has an exotic look to her that is either very attractive or simply makes her stand out. Although she's willing to wear clothing that reveals more of her figure than most girls, she rarely shows much skin. She has several scars all over her body from previous "employers".

Personality: Actually very warm and affectionate in general, and very much a flirt with any man who's halfway decent-looking and might give her money. She is in turns oddly generous and very selfish. She will buy herself the best clothes, food and jewelry she can. But if she sees someone in need she will often give them whatever money she has at the moment.

History: She's lived in this country for several years and had been traveling with members of a small group, similar to a gypsy band, since she was a young child. She grew up traveling among "her people". At some point she became lost, and found they had left the city without her. She now stays in the city, as so far she's been able to do what she needed to make it on her own. She is not directly tied to the Rogue's Guild, but she probably wouldn't be hard to persuade.

Accessories: A bag of food, a change of clothes and a couple of personal belongings. A set of throwing daggers that she keeps on her person. A tamborine, in case she can't find any other musical accompaniment to her dancing. She can also sing but not terrifically.

Raquel and Marigna are both in.

Thanks Village Alchemist...

Small shoes clicked on the uneven street infront of the Green Dragon. A figure in a green cloak approached the door. The secritive newcommer had its hood up over its face, hidden by the shaddows of the street.

The person looked into the windows of the place, debating on whether to go in or not. It turned and looked back at her, the smog of the street rising towards her; something hidden in its ghostly mists. It ran to the door, holding its breath as it often did when frightened. It then entered the building.

In an instant it hovered to the far end, in hope not to be seen or noticed. It turned its head slightly downwards, avoiding any light to reveal its identity. It listened carefully to the sounds around it and waited.

Oh, all right all right. Come in, Halfmoonwarriores. :p

ADDENDUM: Dang it, Tallivin's Ballad was going to be a plot point, but I took to long writing it and everyone moved on ahead of me. ):

Gotta' come up with something else now.