"Hmm. Hmm hmm hmm."  She hummed slowly while walking down the streets, looking for a new prey. Her mood wasnt especially good, but she had a slight smile plasted on the corners of her mouth, that looked pretty natural.  Her emerald eyes were sparkling, but they could turn cold and piercing in a second if a pervert tried to chat her up.<br/>Their Family had to move again recently, because one of her non married sisters had caused a ruckus when two men killed each other to be with her. In the end the family took their money and moved.<br/>~Maybe it is time for me to move out?~ she hesitated thinking about it. Normal, boring life? Was that really something for her? But the recently troubles with all those heroes coming after their parents and siblings life...<br/><br/>It was annoying, being a daughter of villains. Just today, her mother had kicked her out, instructing her : "Dont come back until you have at least done some evil or tricked somebody. Just look at your sisters - each one has at least three rich men who give them daily presents. And your eldest married into a Counts groudns and made her stepmother and all the concubines have food poisonning. But you... are a disappointment."<br/>Yes, she did rob rich people, but then seeing a starving girl on the streets, she had given it away. Yes, she did trick men, but when it got serious she pulled back, instead of completely emptying their pockets. She envied her brother's life as a street robber a little. He did evil things, but he also could be a little like Robin Hood, giving his stolen money to poor and needy (though he didnt do that.)<br/><br/>Shaking off the feeling of inferiority inside, she stepped on a quite lively street, brushing her long ponytail of dark black hair back. Confidently but slowly, she walked across the street, scanning possible victims from the corner of her eyes.<br/>~Nothing worth of interest.~<br/>It was more a habit than intention, but then she saw a man that looked very much like a good victim. He seemed lost and insecure - and though he did dress very much like a pauper, he did not have a speck of dirt on him, and his hands were white and mellow, same with his skin.<br/>An attentive observer would have seen the pedigree. A Count or another rich mans son rebelling? She slightly furrowed her brows, brushing elegantly past him, pickpocketing him quickly, and silently.<br/>Weighing his purse in her hands, she furrowed her brows. There was less than expected inside. Could he be a son of an empowerished family? She shook her head and peeked at him from a safe distance. He was checking out women..<br/>~What a creep!~ Shaking her head, she decided to play with him a little.<br/>Turning back, she smeared some dirt on his purse, then approached him.<br/>"Excuse me? Did you perhaps drop this?"