The Black Cat of Sarife
Jade can come off as brooding or standoffish, but itās mainly because sheās used to being distrusted, or treated as a herald of bad luckā¦ or ruthlessly hunted for no reason: the kind of things that could make someone paranoid. She has survived through cunning and stealth, and it shows. She has a way with merchants and traders that is unexplainable: she doesnāt exactly possess a silver tongue. Jade tends to be very blunt when speaking to others, and her demeanor has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion.
Survival Belt: holds her water skin, several knives of various shapes, and pouches for dried food rations and other tools such as her lock picks, garrote wire, and trap-making tools. When she can get her hands on gunpowder, she has a knack for crafting small explosives as well.
Shamshir: A hand-and-half curved desert blade with a barbed tip. It looks expertly crafted and does not have a single scratch or chip on it even though the scabbard shows signs of heavy use. At the base of the blade is a mark of Kishar.
Other Stuff of Note:
Jade isnāt just good with traps and locks, she is a decent swordsman, and rumors of the Al Mayin having strange powers isnāt just a coincidence.
Jade has very mild telepathy. That is, she canāt necessarily hear peopleās thoughts, but sometimes imagery or emotion can transfer through. Mostly it has developed into something of a danger sense, as she can feel hostile intent from others.
She is also telekinetic, although not in the way you might expect. She certainly is strong, able to move objects many times her size and weight and crush or throw them, generate powerful concussive blasts and shockwaves, or rip gates and doors clean off their hinges. Itās the little things that slip through, literallyā¦ Jade lacks fine control of her power, preventing her from being able to do any kind of careful, dexterous movement with an object, or even to move some smaller things. For instance, if she tried to retrieve a coffee cup from the table across the room, the whole table (cup and all) might come crashing onto the couch. Hurling a heavy boulder at a small target, howeverā¦ your small size does not protect you from gravity, my friend.
The infamous Black Cat: the terror of the rich, nightmare of merchants, scourge of the desert. No jewel or treasure was safe in Sarife or Kishar with the Black Cat on the prowl. Exciting heists were the norm in Kishar and Sarife where crafted goods, water, and treasure brought in from the trade ships were plentiful. In actuality, nobody is sure exactly who the Black Cat really is, as she'd never been caught. There have been suspicions about her identity, and she is pretty sure the fences she deals with know, but few people can stick a face to the name "Black Cat." She got her name because of her calling card: a unique desert flower that blooms in only the harshest areas of the shifting sands. (tired continued later)