Fantasy To Catch a Thief

[RelicFire]

They only travel at night, under the cover of darkness. They’re lifestyle was a dying art, mostly because they were dying before they could pass on the secrets of their trade to their children. The few who were still alive have to keep moving, they can’t stay in one place for long, for fear of being caught and killed. The few who are still alive are the best in the world. Nothing you own is safe from the hands of these few, not even your heart. The few Thieves still alive travel the world taking what they want, some are hiding to teach their children the tricks of the trade. Only one still dares to steal from everyone, including the Heartless King. This King will kill anyone who even coughs near his only child, what would he do to a thief trying to steal the heart of that child?
I would play:
Name: Drake Westlander
Looks:

Persona: Drake is very carefree. He lives for the moment, if it kills him... Well he's had a good run. He's very much a flirt and really loves a challenge.
Other: Drake learned stealing from his mother, who learned it from her father. Drake's father is a duke who never married his mother, and says that Drake is not his child (though they look very much alike). Drake's mother died when he was ten, falling from a rooftop and he was sold into slavery by the Kings laws. Orphans were viewed as burdens so they were sold to serve a purpose.

(( mothflight ))



Drake was dressed in a dark tan, buckskin, coat over an off-white shirt. His black slacks and boots made half of him almost completely invisible in the darkness of the night. He was leaned against the wall of a tavern watching the crowds file in and out of the buildings. The noises and sounds of people enjoying their evening was almost deafening. Drake simply reached out and took things out of people's pockets as they passed, he took a silver match box and matching cigarette case off of one passerby. He got a pocket watch from another and a few gold coins from even another. It wasn't a challenge with the state most of them were in after they left the taverns.

He opened the case and placed a cigarette in between his lips and then lit it with a single flick of his wrist. He took a slow drag and looked around again. It'd been over a year since he was last in the capital and the noise of the whole city was a little overwhelming. He flexed his fingers slowly then pushed off the wall and started deeper into the capital slowly making his way closer to the castle... It'd been his mother's favorite place to hideout. Right under the King's nose. She'd used to dress as a servant and pour the King's wine at dinners. Drake had grown up inside the castle walls for most his childhood, hiding from the guards who were hunting for his mother and himself, and the King never knew.

He flicked the cigarette away when he was done with it and pulled the hood up on his coat as the crowds thinned and the presence of the King's guards seemed to double. It seemed that the King's paranoia had grown in the last year... Drake stayed close to the walls and shadows as he weaved and ducked his way deeper and deeper into the capital, silent and almost invisible.

 

[mothflight]

Name: Princess Ahava
Looks:

Persona: She is headstrong when it comes to her beliefs and values. She holds herself at a high standard and believes her treatment in the castles is justly what she deserves. However, she wishes no harm on others and is completely naive of what her fathers subjects go through. The ‘regular’ world is completely beyond her own comprehension though she has a sense and urge for adventure. Being cooped up by her father for years has made her restless.

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Distracting her overbearing handmaiden was an amazing feat all on its own. Faking a light cough in order to get out of another silent and awkward dinner with her father. If he talked, it was only about marrying her off to the neighboring kingdoms. Or he would scold her on her tendencies to spend too much time out in the gardens. In fact, he would likely blame her recent bought of 'sickness' on her time spent outside. It was too cold for a fragile soul like her even in the middle of Summer.

So, some nights, she chose to send her hand maiden on some wild goose chase from some healing herb that didn't exist or a sweater from her closet that she no longer even possessed. It normally took a large amount of convincing but when she finally pushed her handmaiden from her presence she would slip one of the kitchen servants a coin or two to sleep in her bed, posing as the young princess.

As usual, she had no trouble sneaking past the guards and out of the gated estate. After doing this for years she formulated short cuts and easy paths to avoid their rounds, even when her father upped security a few years back.

Once Ahava found herself free of the castle's gates, she felt she could finally breath. Pushing the cloak's hood from her head, she took a deep breath, the cool night air filtering through her lungs as she looked up to the stars above her. The streets were fairly empty as usual which was somewhat disappointing to her. She wished to be able to explore more of the city but she dared not stray too far from the castles walls.

With one last glance over her shoulder at the glow of her window, she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders and ambled away in no particular direction.

 

[RelicFire]

Drake purposely bumped into a Guard acting the drunken fool, he slipped the broach from the Guard's cloak and laughed off his bumping into the other man. "My deepest apologizes dear sir..." He slurred his words and made a move to try and brush the Guard off.
The Guard shoved Drake back against a wall. "Watch yourself." He barked before he landed a solid blow to Drake's stomach. "Street trash..." The Guard muttered as he moved away from Drake who dropped to his knees trying to pull the air back into lungs.

This was new behavior for the Capital Guards. They'd gotten more violent than before... Drake finally started to ease the fire in his lungs from the blow he'd taken but he still did not stand, if he was still being watched by the guard he feared moving to quickly would show he wasn't drunk. He wrapped his arm around his stomach and placed one hand on the paved road trying to slowly push himself back to his feet, he made sounds like he might retch. The true art of his craft was in the acting.