Appearance: Brown skin, long dark brown hair that looks green in the light. Green eyes. Average height, muscular build.
Outfit: A red cloak, a black shirt and dark brown pants/boots.
Weapon(s): A nice (obviously stolen) dagger
Other gear: thick leather pads for her forearms that have different pouches that can hold small/medium items, including her dagger. A set of lock picking tools, and a few vials filled with varying contents. Some of these vials have sharp bottoms that could be used to break skin to administer the vial's content. One of these vials is on a chain around her neck.
Skills: Lock picking, stealthy attacks.
Personality: Tjruna is used to being by herself, so she's very blunt with others and tends to keep to herself. On the occasion she does keep her guard down she tends to not get emotional. She also prefers to do things by herself and as quickly as possible, no matter what the consequences are. She likes to get the job done and get on her way.
Bio: After being pressured/forced to leave her home, Tjruna relied on the hospitality of others for a few years while she tried to become adjusted to her new life. After being taken advantage of and cast out of several new homes, she quickly adapted her skills to become a skilled theif and has been living on her own for about ten years.
Other: Can't really think of anything else.
I know parts of the plot are a bit vague but I'm alright letting things develop as we go if you are
Tjruna sighed into her drink-a hot cup of unidentifiable dark liquid tonight-as her eyes scanned the patrons of The Sly. It was a rainy night, so the pub seemed fuller than usual. Regulars and newcomers alike filled the room with lively chatter, but Tjruna did not join in. Instead she sat in a booth, as close to the wall as she could get. A group she recognized as members of the Theives Guild had entered the pub not long ago, and she didn't want any trouble.
(If it wasn't already obvious, Dorvakin is meant to be an elf.)
Some members of the Thieves Guild had entered The Sly to celebrate a successful mission to find and steal from a nobleman who had let his power go to his head and needed a peg shot down. They were only supposed to rob his money, but they went ahead and looted most of his palace. Dorvakin was among them, not really drinking that much. Only have of his cup was empty and they had been there for a while.
(All good here! I figured we could get situated before the job gets contracted)
Tjruna nursed her drink as the evening wore on and patrons left and were replaced by new patrons. The joint had calmed down a bit, or so it seemed, and aside from herself and the Guild group the pub was mostly filled with regulars. She shot a glance at the theives after a joke one of them had told had gotten a particularly loud laugh. She couldn't stand the thought of joining a guild to be a thief-too many people and restrictions holding her back, not to mention ridiculous guild dues. As she examined the group, none among them seemed to stand out particularly, though she could never tell one guild member from another.
Dorvakin didn't really laugh at the joke one of his teammates made. Dorvakin then decided to stand up and walk around a little bit because his legs were getting tired from sitting. He walked over to a board that looked like it had job listings on it. They appeared to be mostly assassinations and other robbing opportunities.
Tjruna watched as one of the guild members stood and crossed to the job listing board. None of his guild members seemed to notice he'd left, and she couldn't help but wonder what he would do. After watching him for a moment, she silently followed him to the board and stood a good distance away, looking at other jobs. She was so involved in being nonchalant that she didn't notice the strange hooded figure that had entered the pub and looked straight at the two of them.
The man didn't remove his hood, but he looked around the room suspiciously. "There must be no guild involvement in this task. The risk is too great. We mustn't allow anyone else to know of this..." He looked at the booth Tjruna had just been sitting in. "Please, follow me."
Tjruna looked at the man, then back at the guild member beside her, and decided to follow the man to the booth. Curiousity had gotten the better of her this time.
Dorvakin looked at the woman who was next to him and did the same, following the stranger to the booth. He had accepted missions without the guild leader's approval in the past for reasons he can't say. He just wondered why the risk was to big for the guild leader this time.
"Alright, let's have it." Tjruna said as she sat across from the mysterious man. "What job's so special that you couldn't just post it on the board like everyone else?" The man looked back at the rowdy group of guild members and leaned in close over the table.
"I'm sure you have not heard of the tragedy I am about to tell you. It is something only a few people know of, and I am putting you at great risk just by telling you. But if you choose to proceed with this request, I can assure you shall be paid handsomely by the royal treasury itself-in exchange for your silence on the matter." Tjruna sat up, intruiged by mention of the royal treasury. What could be so important that the king himself was willing to pay theives to keep it quiet?
Dorvakin's interest was now incredibly peaked. No one in the guild had ever received a job from the king himself, much less had one accepted by the guild leader. Dorvakin said "Well than out with it man. I'll accept that risk but I must know what I am risking. What is this job?"
The man looked around the room one last time for good measure. Then, he retrieved a small painting, which in its frame fit neatly in his palm, from the depths of his robe and placed it on the table. Tjruna picked it up and looked at it, angling it so her new associate could see. The painting showed a baby, with dark hair and blue eyes. Tjruna examined the image then looked up at the man.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"As you know, the king has no children. His majesty's sister on the other hand has a child who is nearly of age, who is the next heir to the throne." The man began. "What you do not know is that the king has recently taken ill. Moreover, the royal heir has been missing for some time. His majesty and his sister are both dreadfully worried, and are seeking help to find the young heir, at any cost necessary."