<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Celestia Ranora <br/>Lvl 5 Rogue  (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8882)</span></div><div class="floatright">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/AvatarsandCharacters/fantasy-girl-f.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8882)</div>Born on the streets of a nameless city-state, Celestia grew to know more hardships than any child really should ever learn. For much of her growing years she fought for her food, stole what she could from vendors, steal from the rich and with the other kids around her she learned the best houses that held the best food and coin to spend. She and several of the other nameless children who'd grown on the streets would spend their days following these rich around, stealing from their pockets, begging for money. That is, until she was caught.<br/><br/>She'd been waving through crowds slipping in and out of their pockets, her own growing heavy as theirs grew lighter. They were all entranced by the performance before them, never knowing the entire thing was a set up. The music that filled the air, and the soft gasps from the crowd was enough that Celest believed the crowd would never notice. Never once did they think their gasps were one of shock as the girl before them tripped. It was cold, to this day she remembers it was cold, and windy, and her hand was still in the pocket of a nobleman's jacket, her fingers wrapped around his coin pouch when he grabbed her wrist.<br/><br/>The struggle began there, with the crowd giving the two room to wrestle, him trying to subdue her, and she, fighting to get away. Suddenly the man released his grip, and stared down at Celestia in shock, no, in pain. As he slumped over, gasping out she noticed the dagger sticking from his spine and her name echoed in the air, not her true name, but her street name. Tearing her eyes from the man she noticed the fear in her friends eyes and began to ran. Quickly her friend had caught up, and they ran side by side, hand in hand through the streets as people screamed and guards chased.<br/><br/>Sincerely scared, she didn't stop running, even as her friends grip slipped from hers and the promise of meeting at their little cubby of a home was shouted into the air. It was minutes, or perhaps hours later that Celestia thought it safe enough to slip "home" but when she got there, no one was inside. The dark, dank cubby in the city wall was empty, so she waited, and waited. For two days she waited, not leaving the safety of her shelter until word came from one of the other beggars. Her friend was gone, taken from the city to serve the family of the one she'd killed.<br/><br/>Blaming herself, Celestia set out, determined to make amends on her friend behalf by working with the church, doing odd jobs where her "skills" were needed. All the while keeping an ear to the ground, listening for anything that would tell of where she might find her friend. Honing her skills, waiting for the day she can at least repay her and her debt.<br/><br/>((Lemme know if I need to edit anything.))