<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/anime_princess-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Marina (mar-ee-na) Mason<br/>20<br/>Thief queen<br/>female<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/x.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>X (real name unknown)<br/>16<br/>Necromancer<br/>Gender Unknown<br/><br/>Marina stood on a rooftop over looking the town. This was her town. This was her place of work. She OWNED this city. She ruled it with an iron fist. The only one who stood against her from time to time was that venomous Necromancer X. The one who nobody knew if X was male or female. The voice X spoke in monotone and almost robotic. As if all the life had been sucked out of him or her. She loathed X. X was a thorn in her side. She was the thief queen and she was the best in the business. People came from all over the world that wanted to be a thief to train under her. She watched over her city. Anyone who got in the way was...disposed...of. No use leaving loose ends. That would always come back to bite you. She was a cold blooded killer and a thief to boot. She stole from anyone. The people here weren't starving but neither were they full all the time. The people here used their resources for better things...keeping goody two shoes out of their city. Anyone who was good was immediately needing to be...removed. Removed from the equation of the city. The only thorn that hadn't been able to be removed was X. Nobody knew where X came from. Nobody knew where X stayed. Nobody knew anything about X other than he or she went by X. She vanished off the roof top and off into the shadows. She would be watching this man who had intruded upon their city. Outsiders...were not welcome...<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">X sat in the same place as the strange man. The mouth of the figure set in an expressionless line. Beneath the hood of the cloak amber eyes watched the man. He was new here. There was something different about him. Something out of place. So said the spirits that were flying around X. X knew that there was something special about this man. Except what was a man who was clearly not here because of being evil or a criminal...doing here? This was a most curious predicament. X smirked for all of a split second. Mumbling a request to the barmaid. Getting a drink and sipping at it. X's gaze never left the newcomer. This was not what X had been expecting when X came here today. X closed his or her eyes and listened to the spirits. Mumbling to them. "Shush...he is not that curious." He or she said to the spirits. Then resumed drinking their ale.</span>