<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Arianna “Ari” Davenport</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ari2.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Creed_by_Drundy-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon Kin<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><br/><strong>Abilitie(s):</strong> Ari possesses pyrokinetic abilities as well as the ability to bond with a dragon. She is a very skilled thief and spy, having made her way by selling information and stolen wares. She possesses a fair amount of skill with a bow and arrow and is able to adequately defend herself using her short swords or hand to hand combat—-though she uses more speed and agility than any sort of brute strength.<br/><br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Weakness':</strong> Ari is very new to her power and has little idea how to use it. She is unaware of how much power she wields and its limits. She has a severe phobia regarding bodies of water larger than a bath tub or deeper than her waist and she cannot swim. Even being splashed with enough water can completely throw her off. She also has a weakness for children and small animals. <br/><br/><strong>Treasure:</strong> The expensive but well used set of lock picks left by her father. Her mother's image is fixed on the underside of the top flap of the case.<br/><br/><strong>Weapon(s):</strong> She is masterful with a bow and arrow, and carries a set of short swords.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong> Ari's hair is a waist length mix of red, orange, and gold that shimmers like flames in the sun. Her eyes are a bit unusual in color, the right eye being blue while the left eye is green. Her face features a small button nose and full, pouty lips that are given to forming mischievous grins and compelling pouts. A light dusting of freckles covers her nose and cheeks. <br/><br/>Standing a petite 5 foot 3 inches and weighing in at a mere 107 pounds, Ari is definitely small in stature. However, to count her as a lightweight would be a huge mistake. Her figure is trim and athletic but with more than enough curves to mark her as female should she chose to reveal that fact. However, when working, Ari tends to disguise her figure with male clothing and is often mistaken for a young and very pretty boy by those who do not know her.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> With Ari what you see is not exactly what you get, though usually that is her intention. She excels at getting others to see what she wishes them to see and obscuring what she does not wish to be known. She can be very mischievous and playful and often enjoys interacting with people. She is often mistaken for someone younger due to her youthful, laid back, devil may care attitude. She is often described as possessing roguish qualities by man and woman alike.<br/><br/>Ari is also incredibly observant--a requirement for one who deals in information and theft. She does nothing that does not benefit her in some way and if she helps someone out it is most likely because it will get her in good standing with someone she considers important. She is not above lying, cheating, or stealing to get ahead and is good at telling people what they want to hear. She does have a soft spot for children and animals, but is careful not to reveal that to those around her.  <br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Ari grew up the “son” of a Master Thief. While it might have been better for her to be raised as the female she was, her father had little experience with females other than his late wife and as such he did not know how to raise his daughter to be anything other than a thief. As a result, Ari spent most of her youth dressed as befitting a little boy and trailing after her father.<br/><br/>Her father was a clever and sly man. Shrewd in his business dealings and patient with his craft, he passed to Ari every bit of knowledge he possessed. His success made sure that they did not go hungry and eventually Ari learned enough to contribute. As a small child she would often run minor scams to gain entry into people's homes or get close enough to some important man to over hear his deals. Despite her bright hair and oddly colored eyes, her smaller size meant that few truly took notice of her. As she grew her skills advanced and she was able to shed the watchful eye of her father. It gave her greater freedom to be able to travel as needed and return to her father with coin aplenty. However, in her 16th year her father fell ill and eventually died. She had never known her mother, from who she had gained her fiery locks, and now with her father gone Ari was alone. <br/><br/>Deciding she would not allow herself to fall into self-pity or over indulgence, Ari focused herself. With merely a pack on her back she traveled all over the land, going wherever her feet might choose to take her or where she heard there was money to be made. Her smaller build and fair face made it easy to find victims. She did have her honor and would not take from children or those who could barely provide for themselves, but everyone else was fair game. She quickly found that with a well timed act of kindness or offer of assistance she could gain herself a hot meal and a bed for the night--though she was careful to guard her own virtue from those who might be inclined to steal from her in turn. <br/><br/>One unremarkable day she entered a pub in search of refreshment. She had not been there long before she crossed paths with a man, mysterious in nature but dressed in finery that spoke of full coffers. Indeed she could just make out the coin pouch dangling from his belt and it was full and ripe for the picking. He gestured for her to take a seat at his table and order whatever she wanted, an offer she did not refuse. Their talk was polite to begin with but already she could see the man was committing her features, unusual as the were, to memory. She knew then she could not attempt anything outright lest she gain a price on her head—-something she had managed to avoid in her 21 years. Still she enjoyed her free meal and the simple company. <br/><br/>Once they were finished and the plates cleared away the male leaned close and gestured her forward, “My friend, I must confess that I know more of you than I have thus far let on. I will not go into detail on how but will merely tell you that I have information on a score so large your legacy would be set in stone. This is life changing. This particular mission could free you from your current lifestyle if you wish. Have you any interest?” <br/><br/>Ari was alarmed by his proclaimed knowledge of her but her composure remained. She was tempted to decline and be on her way but if he truly knew so much about her, he might be trouble and she could not leave such loose ends behind. Her sharp mind calculated the odds, deciding on the likelihood of his words being truthful. The odd were slim at best, however, Ari found that despite the risk she could not resist the challenge presented to her. “Say I were interested in knowing more... what would it cost me?”<br/><br/>“Nothing but your time. I have interest in seeing this particular treasure freed from where it is currently kept. I know you are just the person to claim it. But come... we shall not speak of this here where rogue ears may overhear. Accompany me and I will tell you all that you will need to know.” <br/><br/>Ari again weighed this decision out in her mind, quickly running through the possibilities. Her instincts told her there was more to it than the man was revealing but somehow she felt there was at least a kernel of truth to his words. Truthfully she did not mind her lot in life and was in no hurry to retire or elevate herself above her current social rank. There was no true glory in being a thief especially if you possessed any noteworthy skill. The best she could hope for was that she not be remembered at all. However, a challenge to her skill she could not resist. She would not take on any truly reckless quest--she enjoyed life far too much to walk into death's grasp prematurely—-but surely there could be little harm in hearing this man out? Her father had always taught her that fortune favored the bold, so after only a small hesitation she nodded and rose from her seat, allowing the man to lead her from the warmth of the pub. </div><br/>