Name:Faustina Markimei<br/>residence: Belazir<br/>age:17<br/>Race: Viera<br/>class:Hunter<br/>appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Viera__The_Nameless_by_Lokai2000.jpg">[ img ]</a>(Does not use the staff so looks like that without the staff)<br/><br/>weapon:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Daikyu-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>personality: Smart, cunning, sarcastic, and has a tendency to be nice at times<br/>History:(shall do while doing rp)<br/>summon:Quetzalcoatl<br/>appearance of summon:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Quetzalcoatl.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xn676-fLq7I"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/Xn676-fLq7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>Name: Surina<br/>Gender: Female<br/>residence: Dolvisar<br/>age:16<br/>Race: Human<br/>class: Thief<br/>appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/207760.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>weapon:The dagger in her hand, and another dagger similar to it<br/>personality:Sexy, able to coax anyone, secretive, dark, un-caring to those that disrespect her, and<br/>History:-in rp-<br/>summon:Phoenix<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://o-steam.narod2.ru/MY-SERVAK.RU/skrin/phoenix.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3pz5KYKCTQ"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/o3pz5KYKCTQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/><br/><br/>Faustina Markimei found herself sitting at the very bottom of the steps to the sky temple. Civilians were able to climb the steps but once at the top they would just get forced to walk right back down. It was kinda a pointless trek to begin with, and her father always scolded her for daring some new clueless kid that the temple gate was just a myth. It always made her day to see the kid come running back down those stairs with his head down, and breathing heavily. She twirled her sapphire bow like an expert hunter would while waiting for her father who was a militia that guards the temple. Her life was anything but average. The expectations for her was that she was going to become militia just like her father. Although her mother wanted her to be a alchemist like her. So the pressure was great but all she really wanted to do was to travel to different lands, and learn from them.<br/><br/>Though the world was against her, and she knew that the pressure would eventually weaves itâ€™s way inside her heart. The Viera race has never had it easy in the world, and yet the majority of the race decided to reside here with the humans, and moogles that seemed to be less prone to racism. Here racism is in the city or village of which a person dwells and not itâ€™s race. Which has made things rather peaceful for her. Though she was often teased because of how tall she was, and the fact that she towered over most men. Some were lucky enough to pass her in height. Her silver hair was far fairer than any other girl, and her eyes sparked with a lavender glow.<br/><br/>The sun was setting through the thickened oak trees that boarded the horizon. She heaved a long sigh. There was no way that her father was taking this long to get off his shift. Without a moment to waist her feet pushed her up -6 inch light purple stiletto heals that help her keep balance- and bounded her way up the nearly endless golden plaited steps(or yellowed by age and no one admits that steps). Finally reaching her destination where the silver temple gate was heaved half way open and bloody laid a body completely severed in half as if a sword just cut effortlessly into the man.<br/><br/>After a second glance her heart skipped a beat. There laid her father covered in blood with lifeless eyes, and staring at her. She had half the urge to stream, and the other half to turn around and run but as her eyes drifted from the scene there were bodies everywhere. Lifeless men killed by the hands of a murderer. There was no time for her to mourn the loss of her father for these were the best guards that Belazir had. She ran through the gate, and towards the entrance of the temple, and as she got closer the scene got more and more gruesome. A few well renowned priests were killed -severed by their heads. Her only hope that it wasnâ€™t too late to save them. "Child my temple is full of this dark seeded life." The words echoed in her head and she froze. For this voice couldnâ€™t have belonged to her alone. The voice was male, and had the lisp of someone who held a lot of knowledge and years to them.<br/><br/>She shook the words off as she made it to the large golden door that opened to the inside of the great sky temple. Her hands worked to shove the heavy temple doors aside, and barely slid through the doors to be met with even more blood shed, and a man standing in front of the painted symbol of Quetzalcoatl.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Childâ€¦I will use you to protect my domain." </span>With that the world shed from her, and what she saw next was a giant dragon forming from the circle. Itâ€™s eyes a glowing red , and itâ€™s anger even more vicious. She took one step back but as it made itâ€™s way towards her she realized there was no reason to be afraid. Her hand reached out and the simple touch of the sky god seemed to shake her entire body. With that single touch a lighting bolt struck through the temple and shot right through the culprit that had raided the temple. When the light faded so did Quetzalcoatl but what was left was a mark of white wings tattooed on her hand<span style="font-style: italic">. "You will know how to call me child when you need me. For you are me and I am you."</span>With that she fell to the floor too exhausted to face the world itself.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">Surina stretched her long legs where one went right, and the other went left as she rested on one of the archways to the main part of Dolvisar. How she got there most people, and guards had not a clue but she knew. It was her little, and unfair secret that a thief has and keeps for personal reasons. Her hands reached inside one of her knee length pinkish-tan high heel boots trying to get a dagger that she hid there. Her glowing blue eyes staring at the unforgettable sun that was setting before the lava crusted mountain. <br/><br/>Once her hand got a hold of the dagger she slipped her index finger into the whole at the holding end of the dagger, twirling it without a care. Rules to her were pointless. What did rules mean when everything you had, and ever could have was taken right before your eyes? Her answer to that was always absolutely fucking nothing. With her other hand she whisked away a strand of red hair from in front of her eyes, as her white -nearly clear hood fell from over her head matching the white sleeveless rag of a shirt that covered her stomach, and chest but just barely. The guards hated her with a passion but they had eventually just started dealing with her as if she was not there. That meant she could just do whatever the hell she wanted. <br/><br/>Her hand found its way to the cold brick that had made the archway and she shoved herself off the archway with one hand falling carelessly and with grace to the ground that was about 7 ft from the archway. Not a scratch nor bruise across her toe, or foot. They call this an experienced jumper. Or as she says just a very acrobat crazy girl. She stood up from the crouch position from her landing. She landed with one foot in the kneeling position, and the other standing, while one hand touched the ground. So getting herself to stand wasnâ€™t terribly hard. <br/><br/>On her right hand, and the hand that still continued to twirl her dagger was a red tattoo in the shape of a red spiral. This small tattoo represented a bond that she had made long ago as a child with a particular spirit. Well she believed it was a spirit. The spirit was in the shape of a phoenix and had gifted her with the power of healing. Though why a thief would need the gift of healing was beyond her. Then on her other hand, the left hand was a silver bracelet with blue jems that represented the thief guild she was in. The item itself was uncommon in the city, and so most people thought she was normal, but slowly the guild has been growing and so more and more people are figuring it out. The rulers of this guild are Anara, and her. Who seemed to become overly attached to each other as forsaken children. However at the moment Anara was doing her own thing, and she was doingâ€¦well what she does. Wandering the city like a lost teenager till she finds a poor, hapless soul to steal from. <br/><br/>The city itself was bustling in sunset hours as usual which meant that was far more people for her to chose to steal from. The blade swung around in a perfect circle distracting passer byes for a split second. She didnâ€™t hide the fact that she carried a weapon because in this city walking around without a weapon is far more treacherous than having a weapon. At last she found the perfect specimen to steal from. A man stood with his back to her starring at a sign to the entrance of a small store. His attention seemed to be elsewhere, yet she felt a hard pressure that stealing from this man would be wrong even though  it was a damn good opportunity. She heaved a sigh. <span style="font-style: italic">" Touch that manâ€™s shoulder." </span>The female voice that spoke in her head was soothing and calm as if it was the taste of the gentle wind. Rather than the tougher wind.<br/><br/>"Sure.Whatever." She whispered to the voice that she knew belonged to the Phoenix. She took four steps towards the man and touched his shoulder. A sensation of tingling went down her hand till a red fire seemed to come from her hand. The light fire seeming to flicker onto the manâ€™s shoulder. The man jumped in what seemed to be sharp surprise. He twirled around and saw the blade that she carried and his eyes lit up immediately. "Iâ€™m sorry." She darted her eyes continuing to twirl the dagger. " It just bothered me that you were staring out to space." A frown crossed her lips. Why did it bother her that she felt guilt  for stealing from this man?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Not a problem but I think I owe you for gifting me from my injured leg. My leg was brokenâ€¦and now I can suddenly â€¦move." </span>The man smiled and walked away. The feeling of her doing something good soothed its way inside her but she was a creature of habit, and not getting her pay would be an awful thing. So as she walked by a women she nimbly took the womenâ€™s money and kept walking. A good deed now replaced again with a bad deed. The balance once again set.<br/><br/>She made her way towards the east side of the city where the cave that her guild resided in rested. The cave itself was large enough to fit over 40 people, and was able to have more than 8 rooms in it. So they set up where Surinaâ€™s room was basically a study, and Anaraâ€™s was a kitchen and so on. Every room was used for something. The cave itself rested in a deep incline to a very large hill-not a mountain but a small hill- . Her feet made their way quickly through the half lit up halls or cave encrusted areaâ€™s until she reached her study. When she did she fell on her bed, and reached for a book to look up a little lure while making sure to toss the money she stole on the little make-shift stolen wooden chair next to her stone rock bed. A thief life was not luxury but it was living the best one can with what little one had. She waited a while for Anara to return then. Sifting through her bookâ€¦</span>