Basic Information Name: Kestal Aliases: Hope Gender: Female Race: Half-Drow Age: Twenty-five. (Appears eighteen) Profession: Former street thief, now just does odd jobs for people Languages: Common, Undercommon, Elven, Sylvan, Draconic Accent: Hiver accent
Physical Information Height: 5'0" Weight: Light Body build: Slender, though her feminine traits were well developed. She Skin type: Mostly smooth, some areas slightly rough due to slight scarring Hair style: Pulled back in a feathered ponytail Scars: She has a few in odd places, but not many and none noticeable at first. Tattoos: She has a series of stripes tattooed along her body, from her knee up. The significance is unknown to most. Colouring: The stripes are black.
[b]Hair:[/b] Fire Orange [b]Eyes:[/b] Emerald Green [b]Skin:[/b] Grey [/li]
Mental Information Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Philosophy: Live as you will, live free. Freedom is something that should never be taken away, no matter what. Do what you need to to survive, but if you have to skirt the law, don't get caught! Deity/Beliefs: None. Personality:
Additional Information Gear: A powerful punching dagger with the ability to paralyze those that it hits. Jewelry: None Habbits/hobbies: Back-talking, annoying "darkies", shadowdancing in public to annoy those that have annoyed her somehow. General Health: Healthy Favorite Drink: Ale Weaknesses: She is weak-willed, and secretly very afraid of losing someone she cares a lot about, and beneath her facade, she has a very cleverly disguised, but all too present self-esteem issue...
The half-drow was napping, lazily laying up against a stack of crates in an alley in the Hive. She was eighteen - but a human would mistake her for fourteen. She wasn't a human though, she was only half.
Her name was Kestal. She was a thief.
She had fiery, orange hair that matched her personality nicely, emerald green eyes that often sparkled with mischievous playfulness, and soft, gray skin tattooed with darker stripes, from the knee up.
As a grinning tiefling boy ran up and poked Kestal, causing the half-drow to stir and wake from her nap. He was a year her younger, but looked three her elder - he actually looked his age. He had a long tail trailing behind him, blood red eyes, black hair and small, black horns.
"Oi! Kestie!" the grinning boy said down to the dark-skinned girl. "Wake up, ye lazy sod!"
The half-drow grumbled a bit and opened an eye. "Ah was 'avin' such a nice dream too..."
The boy shrugged a bit. "Nah m'problem...Bu' ye're gonna miss somethin' amazin' if'n ye jus' keep lazily layin' on th'ground like tha'."
Kestal sighed and stretched before standing reluctantly. "Alrigh', alrigh'...Dun need t'nag, Ereth..."
Ereth grabbed the half-drow's hand and nearly broke into running, dragging the lazy half-drow along with him. "Come on then!"
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A crowd of orphans had gathered around as one, a young, female rakasha, stood in front of a heaping pile of trash. A collector's warren was what it seemed to be on the outside, but beneath it was home to a nasty group of thugs that called themselves the Dagger.
The Dagger was small-time, but nasty. They were violent bullies, much akin to street gangs on any other city, and were comprised entirely of strong girls and boys who decided to use their brawn to get their way in this section of the Hive. They had a reputation of ruthlessness, and they had just stolen something from the rakasha.
Millie, as the rakasha had come to be known, was scared, and it was easy to tell. The quivering form looked like a blend between a cat and a human, with sleek black fur and golden eyes. She was on the brink of womanhood, about sixteen, and would have been very attractive had she not been animalistic in appearance.
Ereth dragged Kestal up to the scene and pointed Millie out before whispering quickly, excitedly. "See? Millie's gonna sneak inta th'Dagger!"
Kestal blinked and widened her eyes. "Feck! Ye serious? She's gonna die!" With that, the half-drow pulled away from Ereth and began charging into the crowd. She shoved any orphans in her path aside, shouting Millie's name as a Dagger thug walked up to the rakasha.
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The thug, a human of massive proportions, walked up and stared down at the little feline girl. "Wha' d'ye want, runt?" he asked with a sneer. "Come lookin' fer trouble."
Millie shook her head briefly, then set her shoulders and stared right back up. "I want my neclace back," she said, voice wavering audibly with fear and lack of confidence.
The thug chuckled. "Tha's it? Pike off, little runt, or Ah'll toss ye back inta yer crowd o'admirers."
Millie swallowed a bit, then shook her head. "I need it back..." she said, nearly whimpering in fear now.
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Kestal charged up to Millie after the exchange went on a few more times, with the thug growing increasingly irritated. She couldn't hear what the Dagger thug was saying but she arrived just in time to dive atop Millie, both saving the rakasha from being hit and narrowly avoiding it herself.
The thug roared in impatient anger. He wasn't terribly bright, none of the Dagger tended to be, but he was big. And rusting angry.
"Millie! Tha feck were you thinkin'?!" Kestal shouted as she shoved Millie away, rolling away in the opposite direction. Once again the thug missed.
"I need my necklace!" the feline shouted in return, barely dodging another blow.
Kestal sprung to her feet, pulling out a punching dagger as she charged the dagger. She managed to stab the behemoth of a man in the back of the thigh, causing him to roar in pain and spin around. Kestal neatly somersaulted between his legs, springing to her feet near Millie.
Millie had a dagger in her hand as well, and as the thug turned around, the two both ducked to the sides and stabbed him in the back of the leg again.
Another roar of pain was given, and the thug was even more angry. He was going berserk now, and he was moving a lot faster.
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Ereth stood to the side, jaw agape and dumbstruck by what he had witnessed. He had no idea what he should do. Survival instinct told him to stay out, but those two were his friends...
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The display of acrobatics continued for a good solid ten minutes. Kestal and Millie were both tired, but the crowd of orphans gave them no escape route. They were slowing down, moves were starting to slip up a bit, and the thug didn't seem to flinch.
The thug used this to his advantage, and slammed his fist into the two girls, sending them flying over a nearby ledge...And tumbling into the filthy canal below.
