About:
Name: Tyra Bojana
Species: Elf Gender: Female Relationship: None |
Mother: Cateline
Father: Unknown Siblings: Darik (twin brother) Offspring: None |
Her Story:
Growing up in Shindwa made Tyra a clever thief alongside the rest of her family, specifically her twin brother Darik. Quick on her feet and faster with her hands, Tyra was careful to never be associated with any of the thefts pulled within the towns she and her family stopped in. She reveled at how easy and simple everyone was to dupe. But more impressive was the wealth her family was beginning to accumulate. Soon her mother and father settled for their present treasures.
Tyra and Darik continued on in the business of pickpocketing and elaborate cons. The hardest people to con were the beast hunters, and Tyra decided she would begin to target towns specifically for the presence of hunters. They became her holy grail. Her greatest challenge. But to flock to towns filled with hunters was to invite danger into her life at a higher level. Where there were hunters, there were beasts. And quick as Tyra and her brother are, who knows if they'll be quicker than beasts with flashing teeth and wild eyes?
Tyra and Darik continued on in the business of pickpocketing and elaborate cons. The hardest people to con were the beast hunters, and Tyra decided she would begin to target towns specifically for the presence of hunters. They became her holy grail. Her greatest challenge. But to flock to towns filled with hunters was to invite danger into her life at a higher level. Where there were hunters, there were beasts. And quick as Tyra and her brother are, who knows if they'll be quicker than beasts with flashing teeth and wild eyes?
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Magic is a hoax, a slide of the hand that is faster than the human eye can perceive. The best thieves can be called magicians, with their quick fingers and their eye for the optimum target. There is a strange beauty when one can barely touch another and come away with their purse. The allure this profession holds is ancient and world renowned. The participants slip in and out with no evidence of their visit, except for the missing valuables.
Tyra was no different. She succumbed to her passion of theft as easily as any pickpocket. It was all she had ever known an no manner of encouragement could cause her to doubt the choices she had made in life. With a sly smile and a nimble hand, she brushed past a wealthy business man, his body covered in a wide array of sparkling jewelry, foolishly proclaiming his riches to the public, and all the shady figures that watched. Her finger skimmed a leather bound pouch that she knew without a doubt was filled to the brim with gold. It was too easy.
She walked away instantly richer, the man's purse of money clutched in her right hand. He never blinked at the encounter and she viewed it all as another success. She reached to the side to tuck her winnings into her own satchel, strapped to her belt. A ring of steel alerted her to the presence of a knight. The king's watchmen. The dogs of the slum, she hissed quietly.
"You there! You know the penalty of thievery in this kingdom." His voice boomed and heads began to turn. Tyra whirled around, dashing into the crowd, and seeking to blend in to the steady stream of the populace. No such luck. A hand reached for her and she slid out of its grasp. Short of breath and heart racing, she turned, hurrying down a small alley. Her eyes registered the dead end too late. Her gloved hands brushed against the rock, before turning to face her chaser.
The knight smiled grimly. "Your right hand, miss."
Tyra was no different. She succumbed to her passion of theft as easily as any pickpocket. It was all she had ever known an no manner of encouragement could cause her to doubt the choices she had made in life. With a sly smile and a nimble hand, she brushed past a wealthy business man, his body covered in a wide array of sparkling jewelry, foolishly proclaiming his riches to the public, and all the shady figures that watched. Her finger skimmed a leather bound pouch that she knew without a doubt was filled to the brim with gold. It was too easy.
She walked away instantly richer, the man's purse of money clutched in her right hand. He never blinked at the encounter and she viewed it all as another success. She reached to the side to tuck her winnings into her own satchel, strapped to her belt. A ring of steel alerted her to the presence of a knight. The king's watchmen. The dogs of the slum, she hissed quietly.
"You there! You know the penalty of thievery in this kingdom." His voice boomed and heads began to turn. Tyra whirled around, dashing into the crowd, and seeking to blend in to the steady stream of the populace. No such luck. A hand reached for her and she slid out of its grasp. Short of breath and heart racing, she turned, hurrying down a small alley. Her eyes registered the dead end too late. Her gloved hands brushed against the rock, before turning to face her chaser.
The knight smiled grimly. "Your right hand, miss."