<div class="floatleft">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/CG20Artwork20Wallpapers20Collection-1-1.jpg)</div>]<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sophia Lacrosse</span> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8664)<br/>1st Lv Human Bard</div><em>Since the fall of my house I've seen many things, like how this city just keeps getting more corrupt. With every scion that rises to power, more of the other races are enslaved, and the commoners suffer as if they are chattel. By the forgotten gods, I hope they learn before they drag us all under. I myself tried to make a change once; it was a small rebellion against my father, but it was one none the less. <br/><br/>I had seen him beating one of his pleasure slaves in the dining hall; one of the immortal elves. I tried to reason with him, having just gotten back from a delve into the library. He wouldn't have such thoughts though, told me if I did not learn my place that he'd make sure I was in the same position. It was the worst thing he could have said. I went to my room and planned out my little tryst, collected my gear and then went down to make sure she got out. With a spell she was healed, and then I took her downstairs toward the secret entrance that lead toward the sewers. <br/><br/>That was a decision that opened my eyes, because when I walked into the sewers beneath my fathers home I stepped into the middle of something that was out of my league. Bolts and arrows flew back and fourth, it looked like guards were fighting someone. At first I stayed back, my eyes searching for the culprit only to find that two groups of guards were shooting at each other! Wiry eyed I looked for the devil that caused it, only to find a few men making their way from the scene unnoticed. <br/><br/>Soft footed, I tried to follow them from my high vantage point; walking along the ledge, but I fell before I could get there. I tumbled downwards, surely to my doom but the charming rogue caught me just before I fell 20 more feet. He had a look in his eye as he stared at me, and then stared up to see the elf that was looking down toward them. Blood still specked on her face, but having obviously been healed. "I might could use you." The Rogue said, and told me he'd lift me up if I'd take the deal he had to offer. <br/><br/>He told me that he'd have let me fall if not for what I'd done for the elf, but to keep it that way I'd need to prove I was a useful tool. So that's where I am now, moving into the cell room under cloak and hood to enter from behind. As the guard walks the other way, the man behind bars might have seen a flash of steel; but that's before he seen my face from under the hood as I used the filched key to unlock the door. "We need to hurry; cause it won't be long before the lazy oaf realizes what I just stole."</em><br/><br/>Sophia is a well mannered young woman with a silvered tongue. She wears her nobles outfit when not poking her knows where it doesn't belong, but dresses up in her explorers outfit anytime she might have to get her hands dirty. She's trained since she was a little girl in the arts of deception and trickery; all so she might collect information on her fathers rivals within the city. She gained a little freedom from this when their house fell from favor upon her 16th birthday, and it was just a year later that things really changed for her.<br/><br/>She met a thief in the sewers when doing something particularly stupid(see the above musing)and nearly fell to her death before the man gave her a second chance. All she needed to do was use her noble heritage to get a man he wanted out of prison to earn enough of his trust to be considered a useful tool. She did as she was bid, and got the man out of the dungeon before he was to be held by the inquisitor. It wasn't long afterward that she received the mysterious invitation to meet with a group.