Having to describe that personality stuff as traits gave me nearly an headache because it depends on how you view stuff if it is positive or negative :L Anyways, couldn't get through to Voltin anymore and I go to sleep now, so here is the sheet. Good Night! [hider=Youn Barlai][b]Full Name:[/b] Youn Barlai [b]Nicknames:[/b] Yuu [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/images/f/f9/OdaVol8Cover2.jpg]Click This![/url] [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 13 [b]Hair:[/b] Pink! [b]Skin:[/b] Light but greatly tanned from all the sunlight [b]Eyes:[/b] Green --- [b]Place of Birth:[/b] Tevelesen, the shining star of the north-west. The city sits in the middle of a desert oasis and it’s grandiose size, despite the location, comes from the numerous amount of gem deposits which are mined out from under the city’s foundation. Concerns have arisen about the possibility of the entire area falling due to rotting support beams and the weight of the continuingly towering buildings that the nobles are building, but the worried voices have fallen on the deaf ears of anybody capable of changing as much. The city’s structure falls in a rough circle; any form of city planning tossed to the wayside in favor of outer expansion. The rich, upper class are concentrated and crammed within the center, the lower class spread out, and always pushing the city’s outer limits further from the city’s nobility, and the middle class jammed between the two while trying to expand out themselves into the purchased hovels of the lower class. Buildings are made of either a mixture of sand, clay and straw -- the composition of which depending on the standards of the the surrounding social class -- or of a shining white marble. The poor use a baser rammed earth method for building, while the middle class uses an adobe brick. The marble, naturally, is reserved for the shining palaces and towers of the rich. This is a city which people come to in order to make a profit and advance their standing in the world. Unfortunately for them, business here only favors the already wealthy. So, to make ends meet, they join one of the numerous underground (no pun) “businesses” which are only too happy to have a couple more footmen on payroll. It’s a “career” that some are cut out for, while for others it just ends with them cut and alone in a hole, but as far as gem smuggling goes, Tevelesen is the Aegan epicenter of it. Of course, that isn’t their only “dirty” means of income. --- [b]Occupation in the frontier forces:[/b] Laborer [b]Gear of choice:[/b] An oversized worn-out black tunic paired with white sailor breeks hold together by a simple belt, for her foot she has simple sandals. For traveling purposes she also got herself a big brown blanket which gets abused as a mantle. She also has a second, more valuable stolen set of clothing, consisting of a black shawl, adorned coat and shirt paired with a skirt and the most important part, good footgear. Weapon-wise she carries a dagger and a knife around, both being attached to her belt. Furthermore, she carries a slingshot which usually has enough ammunition for 20 shots [b]Positive Personality Traits:[/b] Calm | Calculating | Prodigy | Curious | Prideful [b]Negative Personality Traits:[/b] Greedy | Skeptical | Egoistic | Liar [b]Misc. Quirks:[/b] Tends to drool when too excited | Scared of needles [b]Likes:[/b] Stealing | Magic | Knowledge | Money | Sweets | Milk [b]Dislikes:[/b] Alcohol | Men | Studying | Luck | Honest Fools | Snobs [b]Hobbies:[/b] Stealing | Magic training | Free running | Messing around [b]Paired character:[/b] Emmeric Marcure(Voltin) [b]Connection with paired character:[/b] [s]Fuel source[/s] Partners fantastico! [b]History:[/b] Born as the only child of a whore in the slums, Youn's early childhood was everything else but ordinary. Still, Youn had a place to sleep and wasn't running risk to die from Starvation, at least most of the times, not knowing any different it could even maybe said she was happy. However, as the girl grew more aware of the world and her surroundings things started to change. Youn started to hate herself and [u]everyone[/u] around her. She detested those who kept blaming others for their own failure and misfortune. She didn’t want to end up like her mother to serve the twisted desires of men, Youn wasn’t one of those weak people who kept crying without changing anything. Youn knew, to get anywhere in this place, she would need money, thus, her [i]career[/i] as a wannabe-criminal began. Around this time the girl was also granted a miracle. While stealing from other idiots who were in the same situation as her was usually done with ease, taking stuff from wealthy people like merchants was an entire different story; after all, as agile as Youn may be, she had still the body of a child. It was bound to happen -- greed was a sin Youn fully embraced, after all -- she got caught by the wrong people one day, people who wouldn't simply say 'Whatever' after trying to catch her or playing hide&seek for hours. Youn finally got caught, her life deemed as over as they would surely make quick process out of an unimportant pickpocket. However, her desperate struggle against the inevitable granted Youn said miracle, a miracle in form of magic: freezing the entire arm of the guard who made sure she wouldn’t get away gave her another chance to escape, this time, successfully. Being from the slums, Youn obviously had never any sort of education, so she didn’t really know any fancy rules about magic except what she heard from gossip and alike. That didn’t stop the young Prodigy from trying though. In fact, now that she knew that she actually had [i]talent,[/i] it didn’t take her long to be able to pull out a few useful tricks from her sleeves, especially regarding deception and illusions. Unfortunately, Youn was born with a small glorin vas, so she had to get her hands on some sort of storage. Fortune was smiling upon her. Doing her daily routine, Youn overheard how two thugs were talking about a certain jewel, a device capable of aiding her magical capabilities. One of them being supposed to get it, Youn seized this moment and made sure SHE was the one who would receive the valuable gift. It only occurred later to her, that she made a mistake, young and naive, she was now a wanted criminal, worse, wanted by other criminals. While initially able to escape their grasp, it didn’t take long for her to be finally caught. Thanks to her curiosity, the gem was long since depleted. Faced by 5 who all wanted the same, surrender equaled death, escape was not an option. It was in this grim hour that the very same person she had once fooled came to her help. Sure, the young prodigy could have used the confusion caused to escape, instead, she took out one of the guys as their attention was entirely directed towards the intruder. With 3 down, only 2 were left, still too much for the young Youn. Coincidence, Fate, Youn wouldn’t know, nor could she remember exactly, it all happened too fast, there was ice, a lot of ice, 5 corpses, 2 survivors. She had to get out, dragging Emmeric behind her. Already lying about leaving the 5 [i]corpses[/i] unconscious, their long partnership slowly started to grow. They both know they had to get out of the city. With nowhere to go, Youn tagged along her new fuel-source, not planning to let him go off so easily, even if she had to sell that now useless gem, a small price for what she acquired in return.[/hider]