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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 7:59 pm
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Name: Fiona(Code name is Crow) Age: 19 Height: 5'7'' Description: Fiona is thin and slight muscular. She is very athletic, but still maintains an hourglass shape (although barely). Her skin is pale, always going out at night and sleeping in the morning. She has black hair that goes to the middle of her back and eyes that are bright blue. Traits: Fi is fairly quiet, being alone most of her life. She doesn't trust easily, having been abandoned and betrayed so many times. She pushes people away a bit, not wanting to get too close. Bio: Fi's parents abandoned her when she was young, resulting in her being taken in by a man in town. He raised her and taught her everything he knew about being a thief. When he died she went out on her own, wanting to make him proud. She decided to go by the name Crow to throw people off, not wanting them to know she is a female (She covers her face, hides her hair, and doesn't talk when she meets someone. She also wraps herself up to make her chest appear flat). Fiona has made a name for herself now, and many want her hung. That won't happen though. She's too good.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 8:57 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 10:54 am
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Most of the lights in the house were off. That was a good sign. Fiona had noticed that this man often left a few lights on at night. It was possible that he fell asleep before turning the lights off. Well, now was as good a time as any. She made her way across the rooftop of the building she was on, moving closer to the larger house. The girl jumped towards the other building, grabbing the ledge of a window. It was a lovely day in spring, leading many people to leave windows open. Just like this man. She pulled her knife out and cut the screen, carefully balancing on the ledge of the window. Fiona got inside and put her knife away, moving to find any valuables. This guy had so much, but most of it was things she could get elsewhere.
Fiona made her way to a door, finding it locked. She quickly had it unlocked and went in, glad she didn't need her powers right now. When she was fourteen she had found out that she had special powers, ones she never let anyone know about. That was her secret. Inside the room, with the door closed, she went over to a box and opened it. There was a beautiful necklace in there, one that had to be worth more than she made in a month. Fiona grabbed it and put it in her pocket, wondering if she should go. If she stayed too long she could be caught.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 12:40 pm
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Maxwell brushed his hand through his shortly cropped hair and stretched in his office desk chair. This had to be annoying, people must not realize how much work really went into running your own company, especially one on such a large scale as his. He reached over and grabbed his short iced glass of whiskey and took a quick swallow before going back to his work on his computer, typing up emails and letters, sending out business plans.
Suddenly he stopped, his hands still on the keys as he sensed something. Shifted in his seat noiselessly he stood, looking around and thinking. Little thief, though her powers weren't very well hidden from him, he could tell that she was good, a professional like himself, though he did all his stealing for big time museums and the like. Slowly, soundlessly he made his way to the room he knew she was in, with the necklace he knew she had. He had placed it in a certain area so he would know exactly when and if it were touched, being a family relic and all. Slowly walking through the doorway he leaned against it, watching her looking through things. "If you needed money you don't had to ask." he said, his voice deep and like liquid velvet, filling the small space.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 9:18 pm
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Fiona spun around when she heard the voice of a man. She stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what he'd do. It wasn't like he would try to take advantage of her. Well, unless he liked men. She was in her normal attire, making her look like a very willowy man. Slowly and carefully, she moved towards the window. When she got there, she jumped out the window, moving so she landed on her feet. Thankfully, her powers made it so she could "fly." It came in handy. The girl ran towards her hide out, forgetting about the necklace in her pocket. For now she just wanted to get back home. She stopped short when she saw two cops heading her way. Fiona turned down a side street and leaned against the building, catching her breath. The man had probably lost her, anyway. What was the chance that he would find her?
Sighing, she moved to check where the cops were. There had been a lot of violent crimes lately so the cops were patrolling more. It wasn't great for her, but it was easy to avoid them. When she got home, she put her hands in her pockets. That was when she remembered the necklace. Without changing, she sat down and looked at the beautiful thing. It had so many gems, and was made out of really nice metal. With any luck, she could upgrade from this crappy place. It was just a little abandoned place. It had started as a house, but after a fire damaged it the owners left. Fiona moved in, taking pieces of wood where she could get them. She would board up rooms that let things in, and now she just had the bathroom and living room. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 10:20 pm
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Maxwell slowly moved closer to her, knowing she was feeling caged in. "No need to.... and there you go." he mumbled, rushing to the window when she jumped out. When he saw her give herself a little boost he realized she was skilled, as was he. He smiled and watched her run off. She was good, keeping herself covered, making everyone think she was a man. It was a man's world after all. The only reason he knew she was a woman was because he could sense it, one of his special skills. There had been some fear though, fear he would hurt her perhaps, and most men probably would have.
He knew however what it was like for most thieves, most of them not having a pot to piss in. He tried to help those he could, those that were worthy, and wanted to do better for themselves. Good thing he had a way to track that necklace. He could get it back, and perhaps offer her a job. There was something coming up that wasn't a one man job, but it wasn't just for anyone. They had to be skilled like him, maybe he should track her down and get the necklace and offer it to her. She had gotten pretty far into his home without him detecting her. Then again he had been distracted.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 5:07 pm
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Fiona put the necklace on, tucking it inside of her shirt. No one would see it there. She got up and took her mask off, grabbing half of an apple. Once it was eaten, she got done up again and left the house. Now was the time to go see the man that bought all of her stolen goods. Outside, it had started to rain. As she carefully moved about the city she started to feel like something was wrong. It wasn't until she got to Marco's that she realized what it was. Inside, there were two men. They were obviously powerful spell casters. They had Marco tied up and were hitting him every time he didn't give them a straight answer. "Listen, we know that you help out all of the scum in this city. Either give us names for the people that need money, or tell them to go to the address we gave you. If you don't, we'll kill you." "Kill me then. I won't help your boss." One of the men hit him, making Fiona frown. That was it.
The girl went to the door and opened it, pushing it open so the bell made a little noise. She hid in the shadows, using her powers to become part of it. When one of the thugs came over to check it out she stepped into his shadow, easily following him back to the other man. That one had a knife. Perfect. Quickly, she grabbed the knife and stepped out of the shadows, stabbing the man in front of her right in the lower back. He fell to the ground, casting a spell at her. She flew against the wall, hitting her head on a wooden beam. "Crow! Get out of here! Leave me!" Marco would try to get her out of here. He was the only one that knew who she really was, having been a friend of her father's. The man that was unharmed went over to her and grabbed the front of her shirt, lifting her up. Bad idea. She went into his shadow, noticing a shocked look on his face. "Where did she go?!" He turned, casting a shadow the other way. Fiona jumped out, grabbed a case that was behind Marco and threw it at the man.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:31 am
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It took Fiona a few hours to wake up, and when she did her head hurt horribly. It took her a moment to remember what had happened, the fact that she was in a stranger's house not even dawning on her. She rubbed her head a bit, realizing her mask was gone. That was when she started to panic. The girl quickly sat up, immediately regretting it. She relaxed on the bed again, sighing. Why did she always use that ability when she was backed into a corner? It was so stupid.
At first Fiona thought she might be in prison, but the bed was far too comfortable. She looked over and saw the man she had stolen from earlier. How had he found her? More importantly, what did he want? "So...is this some sort of pay back? I steal the necklace, you take me prisoner?" If she had to, she would use one of her abilities. There were plenty shadows here. The girl had spent her whole life in them so it would be easy to flee from him.
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