<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/21/51/fc/2151fca41a7368dbb16bcf8a22957b26.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ixelshasi 'Ix' (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1179671)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Tabaxi<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Pansexual & Unapologetic, Enthusiastic Frotteurist<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Criminal (Burglar)<br/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Ix is a consummate thief who views all items on a scale based on the degree of difficulty it would take to obtain them.  This scale works in tandem with an objective value scale, what the item is worth if sold, and together they determine how much Ix desires the object.  She will take a gold ring lying unwatched on a table, because the value is high and a feline has to eat, but she considers such an act dull and petty.  Beneath her.  Instead, she considers the challenge of sneaking past guards and breaking into a well-secured room to crack open a difficult lock in order to steal something with relatively low monetary value much more enticing.  The more difficult the challenge, the more she desires a thing...even if it is worthless to her.  It's thumbing her nose at the rules, destroying all sense of security and taking what she knows she shouldn't have that makes her happy.  But, like any smart thief, she has cultivated the wit and charm required to allow her to talk her way out of trouble, on the off-chance she makes a mistake and gets caught.  She's confident...not stupid.  She's also often reckless, stubborn, dismissive and downright infuriating.  She's been known to piss off her companions to the point of madness, only to turn around and shower them with affection, so that they have no idea whether they are coming or going.  However, and she will vehemently argue this point until her last breath, she has never pissed on anyone's boots...no matter how much they might have deserved it.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Ix is a smidge under five feet tall and if she weighs more than a hundred pounds, it would be a surprise.  Even given her supple, slender form and petite frame, she still manages to have curves and padding in the proper places, with a particular concentration in her rear end and thighs.  Her large, golden eyes peer out of a distinctly feline face, with a small mouth filled with pointed teeth and a long, pink tongue far velvetier in texture than the tongues of her less-evolved kin.  Her large ears swivel and twitch with surprising dexterity, often revealing her moods and emotions involuntarily, folding back when she is angry or tense, and swiveling to the sides when she is interested or trying to focus on some sound she might have heard.  She typically wears leather armor beneath loose, lightweight clothing embellished with beads and glittering metal coins, with much of her form uncovered.  The reasoning behind her disdain for heavy cloth and full-coverage is apparent, as her skin is covered by a velveteen covering of fur in a black and grey pattern that is thicker on her face and lushly covers her two-and-a-half foot tail.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Ix's mother and father weren't married, not in the traditional meaning of the word, but they loved one another deeply and adored their handful of children.  Ix was the youngest, the smallest and the one who endured the teasing and bullying of her older siblings.  It was never truly cruel or hateful, for theirs was a loving family, but but definitely toughened her up and helped her develop excellent hiding skills and a gift for sniffing out tricks before she blundered into them.  As she grew older, her size, deft hands, youth and charm made her the ideal candidate to ease among the crowds of people who showed up at their camp to watch her mother and sisters dance, or her father and brothers perform dazzling displays of knife skills.  After a show, it was inevitable that little Ix had relieved a gape-jawed villager, or three, of their purse, or some choice piece of jewelry.<br/><br/>As a result of the thievery, the reactions to their people and their inherent wanderlust, her family and the rest of their caravan never settled any one place for long.  The men in town had no problem visiting their wagons for games of chance, entertainment, to have their fortunes told or to watch her beautiful mother contort and sway gracefully by firelight, but they would never stomach a Tabaxi family making their village home.  Their odd mixture of lust, curiosity and distaste confused Ix, but as she grew older she realized that trying to understand it was like trying to measure the ocean or guess what lay at the center of the planet.  Instead, she focused on figuring out how to con them, to talk her way out of trouble on those few occasions when she was caught lightening a man's pockets of coin or his fingers of rings.  Over time she became quit skilled at it, which was a good thing, since pickpocketing ceased to hold any pleasure for her.<br/><br/>Once she had successfully taught her youngest cousin how to take over her duties in their clan's caravan, Ix bid a tearful farewell to her family and set off on her own.  She wanted new adventures, new treasures to claim for her own, new traps to outwit, and new horizons to explore.  Her wanderlust remained, of course, so she continued to travel from town to town, sometimes with the law nipping at her heels and something in her bag or pocket that didn't belong to her.  Well, it hadn't belonged to her, until she'd decided she wanted it.  Some things she stole were valuable and she sold them, developing quite the rapport with low-lives, scoundrels and fences, but other items were essentially worthless and she often discarded them once she was on the road again....or, if she was feeling kind, she sometimes sent the item back to its owner.<br/><br/><strong>Character Goals:</strong>Ix just wants adventure and danger with a hefty payday at the end.  One wallow in filthy lucre, please!<br/><br/><strong>Misc. 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