I THINK YOU SHOULD ALL JOIN WITH ME BECAUSE THIS GROUP IS SO BOSS AND--
"I will take back what was mine..."
♕ Name: † Alim
♕ Age: † 24
♕ Classification: † Jerboa
♕ Gender: † Male Who sometimes crossdresses to steal things
♕ Support: † Neutral
♕ Resident of: † Orange - Stera Viteris
♕ Job: † Thief
♕ Likes: † Blue items, the warmth of sand during the day, taking golden objects that sparkle, royal fabrics
♕ Dislikes: † The Noblemen and leaders, guards, horses, the merchants
♕ Personality: † "Keep up with me if you can... fall behind and we have nothing more to talk about. To steal is to live and if you disagree then we must part I'm afraid. I must keep up with my promise, don't get in my way. I don't want nor need anyone to help me in this, so don't even think about it."
♕ History: † “In the night noble guards called their war cries of greed, taking everything from the ones who had nothing left to give. To the ears and eyes of the paupers… to us, they were the personification of fear itself. To this day I can remember every detail… every prospect… Watching from the hole in the safety of our floorboard-safe-haven… My mother trying so hard to keep the cries of my infant sister at bay… My older sister trembling in fear at the mere notion of “we’re not going to survive” resounding through her mind like a song stuck on repeat… We waited. Our own heartbeats ticking away in a countdown to what was the end… Oh, but It was the end. They had found us… One by one they yanked us out of our own home, out of our minds, and into nice necklaces of rope attached to their stinking steeds… All but I. I had escaped out onto the sandy streets and into the watermelon crates within all of the chaos… they knew I was gone but figured a child like me wouldn’t survive more than a couple of days out on the streets alone. I watched as they drug my family off by the necks and hung them all on running horses… the merciless sounds galloping, the shrieks of my loved ones reaching the high heavens of pain and fear… That was the last I ever saw of them… The last, their bodies being dragged away by horses… After all of the events had passed and the guards went on their way, their hearts content with the bloodshed of the innocent, I watched the stars. I didn’t know what to do in that instant or even what had happened… My mind was still in limbo from the shock. You don’t know what to think when someone dies… but I could feel. My heart was overflowing with rage, it was vengeful. “Take what they love,” It said… I complied. I made a vow that night on my family and the city of Stera Viteris that I would make all who took from those in need feel the same pain of losing something precious like I felt on that night. For my mother… My sisters… And my Father…”
♕ Spell Repertoire:: † Jerboa Hole- A magical portal (dig) that allows him to escape to the bottom half of the island. The only problem is that people can follow him right into the portal while he's running. wherever he digs on top is where the portal appears on the ground in the other city.
♕ Etc: † Every article of clothing he's wearing right now is stolen † He lives in an abandoned attic among of the houses in the city † His left eye was taken out when he got caught stealing from a noble. It's hidden under his hair. † The pads on his feet are pink hearts.... //SNORTS † Hes attracted to blue things for some odd reason...
Sorry, I forgot in all the commotion that's been happening with an art thief.This person just... just doesn't know when to quit. I just have to color your commission, I haven't forgotten about you, don't worry. I'll color him now, thanks for the reminder.
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