-Picture Coming Soon-<br/>Maya Powers<br/>Age: 19<br/>Maya was born and raised with magic. Her father was a wizard, and most reclusive. She, however, has never fully grasped the concepts and therefore is a failure on many aspects. Her studies have only lead to frustration after frustration. The few good things Maya has learned is mostly stage magic and the "mark of assumption" enabling her to magically forge documents and legal tender (with her father's approval of courseâ€¦ yahâ€¦ approvalâ€¦ sure.) Quick thinking, sarcastic, and a little underhanded, Maya has a knack for getting herself into trouble, but also a knack for surviving the troubles she often causes.<br/>____<br/><br/>Maya gazed through the hubbub of the city as cars rolled by at painstakingly slow speeds, and pedestrians raced past as quickly as their busy feet could take them. The constant roar of road noise and random conversations were broken by the occasional honk of a delivery truck or taxi cab. She could see her target, a pawn shop. Rumor had it there was a magic ring contained somewhere behind the dirty glass and rusted brass lamps that cluttered the place. If it was anything like the "magic" rings she had observed in Crakaw this was a total waste of time. Then again, if it WAS real then danger was poised on the other side of that door waiting to spring on anybody who foolishly enough inquired about it. She was casing the joint, to make sure that it was safe enough to enter.<br/>Convinced that nothing more was to be discovered she plunged through the flow of the crowd and into traffic. Her hand slipped into her backpack slouched over one shoulder to produce an ornately carved wooden wand and held it at the ready. It was a tool more than anything, something to poke and prod magical things one would much rather not come in direct contact with.<br/><br/>OOC: I wasn't quite sure where to start, I hope this is okay.