- ♔THE BASICS
- ▌Name ▬▬ Artoria Cresces
▌Alias ▬▬ Art
▌Role ▬▬ The Rogue
▌Age ▬▬ Twenty Six
▌Gender ▬▬ Female
▌Race ▬▬ Human
▌Orientation ▬▬ Pansexual
▌Allegiance ▬▬ The family
▌Appearance ▬▬ Muscular; Short ; Grey eyes and hair
▌Height ▬▬ 5'2
▌Weight ▬▬ 120lbs
▌Markings ▬▬ Some scars
♔THE INTERESTS
- ▌Likes ▬▬ Partying & drinking; Dancing; Camaraderie; Stealing
▌Dislikes ▬▬ Gettin' caught; Her father; Extremely hot days; Whiners; Dancing
▌Hobbies ▬▬ Climbing ; Hunting
♔THE POWERS
- ▌Weapon Name ▬▬ Dual wields daggers; She has brass knuckles and small knives hidden on her body just in case.
▌Fighting Style ▬▬ Dirty cheat is what her brothers like to call her when they would play fight, she has no issue biting and scratching her way out of a tough situation even employing dirt in someone's eyes if she has to. She will crawl all over and around someone who is larger than her in order to disorient them if she has to but if it comes down to a fair fight she can still defiantly hold her own. She has trained extensively with her dual daggers even though she is far better at hand to hand combat than with any weapon but that is her little secret, people seem to take you more seriously when you have a blade in your hand as opposed to two dainty fists raised. She is better when against a slow opponent, someone who can match her speed can be a very difficult opponent for her to deal with.
▌Sword Training ▬▬ Both brothers and father have taught her how to fight with a sword. While she's pretty good with them, she dislikes fighting with her daggers.
▌Hand to Hand ▬▬ Prefered way of combat, Art is exceptional at fighting with her hands. It's something she learned while running with the other teenagers on the streets, it came easier to her than sword fighting did and to her feels more free.
▌Lock Picking ▬▬ Artoria enjoys picking locks, the more complex a lock is the more of a thrill it gives her. She's pretty damn good at picking any lock but has been having a hard time getting past some more complicated ones.
▌Quick Hands ▬▬ Artoria has always been quick not just on her feet but with her hands. As a child she easily picked her parent's pockets moving up to strangers as she got older. It's rare that anyone is able to catch her mid-snatch.
▌Climbing ▬▬ It's always come easily to her, it's almost as if she can see a path on a wall to scurry up.
▌Silent Steps ▬▬ From a young age she's always had a light step, it's fairly hard to hear her even if you try to listen.
▌Flexible ▬▬ Artoria can contort her body pretty easily, getting through a tight space is fairly easy for her to do.
♔THE PERSONAL
- ▌Dedicated ▬▬ Artoria has a habit of putting herself completely into everything. It could be a hobby, job or simple task. Regardless of how she feels about her family or Father she is very close to them, still feeling bound to their duties.
▌Judgemental ▬▬ It's a terrible habit but she is quick to size someone up and make assumptions about them based on their status, looks and the way they act. She doesn't tend to keep these thoughts to herself even though she has been working on it.
▌Thievish ▬▬ It's pretty hard for her to pass up the opportunity of an easy mark. Something in her stomach turns into butterflies and her hands itch until she gets her hands on what she wants.
▌Daring ▬▬ Odds stacked against her? That's never been a problem for Artoria. She's always had the habit of doing something and thinking about the consequences much much later.
▌History ▬▬ The Cresces have always served the Republic however they can, either being part of the guards, the armies, as servants or even just helping to take care of the poor and less fortunate. They have been rewarded for their service in the form of a villa in one of the upper class neighborhoods that has been passed down through their generations. This villa is where Artoria learned all about what was expected of her from her father and siblings, they were going to do whatever their Republic asked them to because of how well they were treated in return and the satisfaction that they also gained. She had a hard time understanding what he meant, she was quickly found out to be a selfish little girl, stealing her brother's toys for her own when ever she wanted them even stealing fabrics of all sorts from her mother because she simple felt so. Her mother tried her hardest to break her of this habit but by the time she was 5 she had a little hobbit hole that everything that went missing seemed to show up, no one could understand how she was doing it. The doors to the rooms that some of the items use to be in were always locked for safe keeping, having no windows she could possibly reach.
Instead of punishing her, her father found it amusing. She could steal all she wanted, that was they way he saw it, for each item she stole another hour would get added onto her training. If what Artoria wanted to be was a thief then at least she would be a well trained one Training started very young for her, she would be forced to spend hours out in the court yard swinging a small wooden sword around till she fell where she was standing and couldn't move opting to sleep outside under the stars than to even bother trying to crawl to her room, she couldn't stand to hear her father's robust laughter as he listened to her drag herself. For years this went on, for years she got better at stealing, better at fooling her father and a better swords woman. By the age of 12 she had upgraded from a small wooden sword to two very real daggers, she no longer slashed against trees but against her brothers who held their own weapons. It was more of a game now than it was training, they were better than her but she was always finding a way to get the step up - throwing dirt in their eyes or rocks at their faces, anything she could get her hands on was a weapon for her to use. "Still a cheat I see!" Her father laughed from behind them as he watched his children dance around the yard slashing at one another, her brothers stood at attention but she wouldn't dare show him that respect, she spat to her side instead. That day he announced that he had been called to war, a call he was more than happy to answer. With her eldest brother they took off to protect their home, to protect their world.
Those four years Artoria grew quickly, she started to stay out with a bad crowd and through this crowd she learned how to fight - really fight with her hands and not with weapons. The strength she gained from all those years of training proved useful for punching a man in the jaw to knock him out. Soon she was learning how to block and dodge hits, where to knock her knee into the stomach to cause someone to pass out. It was this crowd that would be her downfall, they became scoundrels using their tricks and strength to steal from unsuspecting victims, they took anything they could get their hands on - jewelry, gold, fancy clothing...anything. A year before the war ended she had been caught by the guard and taken into custody. Her name got her out of trouble but put her mother in a sick bed for a week with worry. She felt guilty for the first time in her life and that feeling on continued when her father came home, he came home half a man, her brother was with him weathered from the war but her father no longer looked himself - a cut across his eyes stole his sight. Of course he still laughed that loud booming robust laughter but he no longer laughed at what was in front of him. Her father's only wish was to answer the call of the Republic if the day ever came they needed her skills and she swore to him she would, wondering if the misery she caused others caused his.
♔PLOT WISHLIST
- ▌▬▬ A run in with someone from the street gang she hung out with?
▌▬▬ Possibly stole something important to someone else.