[hider=Liv][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/cpcfly39skxaza5/Liv2.jpg?raw=1[/img]
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[sub][url=https://www.dropbox.com/s/5mjztb9ml95n3cp/rogue.jpg?raw=1]Edited[/url] [url=https://www.dropbox.com/s/hkdlk4c8r1yd739/roguelike.png?raw=1]Images[/url] - [url=https://www.zerochan.net/1946233]original[/url] [url=https://www.zerochan.net/2082332]art[/url] by [url=https://www.zerochan.net/Pixiv+Id+196317]Pixiv ID 196317[/url] and [url=https://www.zerochan.net/Millgua]Millgua[/url][/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent]Most people would never believe for an instant that Liv is a threatening individual based on looks alone. By all appearances, she’s an underfed, frail looking street rat, and the fact that she’s alive is by the grace of some higher power. Certainly, the thief is just a fraction too thin, her naturally pale skin contrasted too deeply by the rich, dark tresses of raven hair, hazel eyes sometimes paling in the sunlight to such a faded color that they might be grey. Her features are equally delicate, much to her chagrin, marred more often by dirt than by injuries. The frailness of her frame is a deception given away by the ferocious hunger in her gaze, always seeking more, always seeking [i]something[/i], even if it may cost someone else [i]everything[/i]. 

Alas, for someone that steals for a living, Liv’s clothing is always a little lacking. While she has a certain preference for simple clothing that doesn’t hamper her mobility, she’ll wear whatever she can get. The folds always hang just a fraction too baggy, and nothing ever seems to quite [i]fit[/i] her. Most of her wardrobe is also decidedly ratty, dirt stained at best, torn and fraying at worst, but Liv couldn’t care less. So long as she can move freely in it, she will wear it. 

The most striking feature that Liv possesses, however, is the shock of white hair, a pristine streak amid strands the color of the night sky. The imperfection is caused by piebaldism, a condition which is also the cause of a triangular patch of white skin on her forehead (she does her best to cover this with her bangs at all times) as well as two symmetrical patches on her ankles, and a small spattering of white blotches like stars across the small of her back. Though these imperfections are difficult to see without close examination thanks to Liv’s already pale flesh, the girl covers them as best she can with clothing whenever possible.
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[center][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/fto0m4jey57n9yj/background%20info.jpg?raw=1[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/w3d7ep2v79cwpo9/history.jpg?raw=1[/img][indent]Liv’s earliest memories are of the streets. Born to no-name peasants and raised by scum even lower than that, the girl never really knew a different way of life. A street rat, a nuisance, and a threat—that was all she’d ever really known herself to be. She’d never been lonely—at first, the younger street rats banded together in the face of adversity—but she’d always been wary where survival had to come before anything else. 

[i]Cecily dove into the alley, her slender body fitting into a small gap without issue as she heard Richard being dragged out into the open.[/i]

In terms of a street rat’s life, Liv never considered her life to be extraordinary. She followed people that helped her survive, adopted whatever names they decided to give her as a temporary identity, then abandoned them when she either outgrew or outlived them. She never considered the idea of rising to a standing above that, and to a certain extent, the girl was content with where she was. Living was hard, but it provided her something to do. Steal this, pilfer that, provide for whoever decided that she was worth keeping around as company, treat everyone as though they might discard her like garbage because she knew they would.

[i]Beatrice curled her fingers around her dagger, her breath coming to a stop before she stepped out from the shadows. Henry didn’t hear the younger thief’s footsteps as she approached, didn’t see the flash of a rusty blade until after she had moved it across his throat.[/i]

With each successful act of thievery, Liv grew more daring with her actions. Commoners and merchants aside, the girl started finding her hands lifting coins from men and women dressed in finer clothing, looking for items that no peasant would be able to afford. The payoff was astoundingly higher and the challenge greater. What first started as an act of necessity soon became a twisted method of entertainment, and it went well…until she met Vitus, that was. It was supposed to be an easy mark, a quick little nip and lift, but somehow, things had gone awry.

It was more out of petty vengeance than anything else that Liv decided to begin pilfering everything in Vitus’s home. Cutlery, bowls, food—anything that she could get her hands on, really, and she received something that other marks simply didn’t give her. Adversary. A [i]challenge[/i]. Every time her deft little fingers managed to make off with something, a new trap was added, a new security measure was set into place, and it was exhilarating. The girl quickly made Vitus’s estate her new “home” of sorts, leaving only to steal what was necessary for living, warding off other thieves when they dared to approach. Vitus soon became the longest lasting relationship Liv had ever had with another human being. The threat of imminent death or being hauled off by guards didn’t exist, she didn’t feel a nagging reminder at every turn that she might outlive or outgrow the noble, and it was...[i]different[/i] from her other partnerships. She found herself growing fond of her challenger, settling into the identity that she’d given Vitus.

She hasn’t had to abandon it yet, and she’s content with that.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/6t13ffguekrwcll/personality.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Given Liv’s background, the girl’s personality is almost predictable. A little crude, rather vulgar, and filled with a dastardly fire that keeps her alive, Liv certainly comes off like the urchin she is. Though she keeps herself out of the way out of habit and will frequently observe a target for extended periods of time, Liv’s personality keeps her in constant motion, keeps her always doing something to keep survival on the mind. Some call her restless, but she likes to consider it as “wary”. 

Naturally, there are a few things that come with the territory of being a thief, and a few things more when stealing happens to be a cornerstone of one’s being. Greed, for one thing, is something that most people would call Liv’s vice, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. She’s always seeking something new to add to her collection, and it doesn’t have to be a physical thing. Knowledge, information, treasures of anything that she can lay her fingers on, Liv desires to some degree. Just about the only thing she doesn’t thirst for is status, and even that is because she understands the loss of freedom. Of course, the price of being content with her greed is the fact that Liv is territorial to a fault. If she views something as hers, there is very little that she [i]won’t[/i] do to keep it that way. Her territory, her people, her things. Hers, hers, hers, and [i]nobody[/i] is to touch it.

It goes without saying that Liv’s lifestyle has also left her with a crippled conscience. That isn’t to say that she is entirely devoid of the concepts of remorse or guilt, but with so few people to tell her right from wrong, the thief has never had to consider the ethics of her actions. That said, she doesn’t find issue in taking actions that others might find morally questionable for her own benefit. After all, as a street rat, it’s a dog eat dog world.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/of2imcoyk25002o/emotional.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Somewhere between rivalry, friendship, and fondness. It’s hard to classify. All she knows is that Vitus is [i]her[/i] mark.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/80ul6ad57tx4ph6/partner.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Vitus Ayolous[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/101c9mk6y4eipq1/combat%20info.jpg?raw=1[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/xuvv85hmp1j9q6o/fighting%20style.jpg?raw=1[/img][indent]Liv fights exactly as one would expect a thief to fight—dirty and rough. She utilizes ambushes and unpredictable, if a little dishonorable, tactics when forced into combat. The girl isn’t stupid enough to think that her slight frame can overpower many, so she relies primarily on resourcefulness and cunning paired with an undeniable instinct to survive. Ambushes, sneak attacks, the manipulation of any damn weakness that Liv can find? All fair in her book—there’s no such thing as a dirty fight. While she lacks any significant experience against trained soldiers, she’s spent most of her life evading watchmen and guards when possible and incapacitating them when not.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/79yc2dde9am01t5/equipment.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]1 misericord (stolen from Vitus), 2 rondel daggers (stolen from Vitus's guards), 1 fork and spoon (stolen from Vitus), 1 fancy bowl (stolen from Vitus), and Avarice, the dagger-type celestial gear ([i]not[/i] stolen from Vitus).

[color=4169E1]"By chance, does any of that [i]not[/i] belong to me?"[/color][/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/vuiof1myiy73c16/weaknesses.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Liv is small, underfed, and nowhere near strong enough to overpower a typical opponent in a head on battle. She also lacks much true combat training and is quick to give into urges to enact petty vengeance. No, it doesn’t matter which side the target is on. Liv’s tendency to view other people as enemies also tends to put a hamper in the entire concept of teamwork or communication.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][url=https://www.dropbox.com/s/ak3e2gk83wyiz8q/2007_CKS_07468_0132_000.jpg?raw=1][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/niy310qigyfqrv0/avarice.jpg?raw=1[/img][/url][/center][indent][indent][indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/h6z2dyrsmq7y13m/gear%20power.jpg?raw=1[/img][indent]Allows the wielder to take and remove items from shadows cast by the wielder. Living things cannot be pulled into the area of effect and items must be able to fit within the cast shadow to be pulled in or taken out. If the shadow is somehow removed while an object is being put in or taken out, the object breaks. Melding the wielder’s shadow to another cast shadow does not increase the area of the wielder's shadow. The pocket currently has a volume limitation of approximately one wardrobe.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/at4gwm78d8sbnuw/misc.jpg?raw=1[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/8yyxbmbftkfu4bf/likes.jpg?raw=1[/img][indent]Fruit, horses, dogs, mint, and colorful objects.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/q1hebemexxkk6yy/dislikes.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Other thieves, snails, people touching her things, that one particular servant at Vitus's place...[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/4lphe7fgi0j1q7u/hobbies.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]Stealing, hiding, stabbing people, humming when she thinks nobody's around.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/4ypjgms6pjezmwa/themes.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpV-mgPU-eQ]波斯貓[/url] - S.H.E.[/indent][img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/5wyngmsa01i6mnj/other.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[indent]★❜ Liv is somewhat literate. While not as capable as any noble, Vitus's meddling has managed to let her start to piece together the basics of reading. She generally lacks the patience to do it because it takes her quite some time to slowly cobble together even the simple notes Vitus used to leave her. She isn't able to write.
★❜ Liv does not have a full name and has a habit of abandoning names given to her by people she's moved on from--she doesn't remember all of them. Liv just happens to be the latest and longest lasting of the bunch.
★❜ Apples are her favorite food.
★❜ Has exceptional musical sense and perfect pitch
★❜ She's very, veeeery flexible.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/hider]