Bastions

Name: Harriet Shaw

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Harriet stands at about 5'6", and has a slender, slightly toned build. Freckles powder across her cheeks and nose. Her face is rounded, with thin eyebrows and dark blue eyes. Her nose is petite, and is slightly upturned. She doesn't wear any sort of makeup. Short hair for a girl, not even making it to her shoulders, sits atop her head in a usually stylish mess. Bangs carelessly brushed to the side and slightly covering her left eye, while the other side is sometimes spiked out in a swept back, some tucking behind her ear. Her girlish features are nothing too extraordinary, with hips of average width and a moderately sized chest.

Other/important information(Specific outfit, piercings, weapons, stuff like that): Miss Shaw wears a rather roguish outfit. A rugged leather-padded jacket, particularly along her biceps, over her chest, and back. This has a hood. Around her neck is a scarf of matching colour. Along her belt are various pouches in which she keep her rogue stuffs. Her pants are similar to her jacket, being leather padded down the other sides of her legs. Straps keep the clothing tight, so as to minimize noise. A leather strap slung over her shoulder holds a pack to her back. The front of this strap holds a few small pouches for other various things. She wears two combat boots, both of which have three spikes arching out like claws from the steel toe ends, for each boot. Her outfit is mostly a dark, dark navy blue. Leather padding and straps are black. On her left boot is a small dagger. Hanging from her right hip is a sort of club, a blackjack.

Occupation: Roguish Thief Extraordinaire.

History/ personal info: All she's known, since she was but five years old, was thievery. Taught by her father, she's spent her entire life as a thief. And paired with her clever mind, she'd grown into the job quite well. By now she's about as good as any other thief. Proof of that is how the guard hasn't even heard of her. She does semi-well for herself, obviously picking her targets carefully. She doesn't do anything too risky unless there's a certain job she's taken. She doesn't live in any one spot, and tends to commonly visit the Posh Griffon for both alcohol and to visit the owner. Whom's she's grown quite buddy-buddy with over their years of business together.

Name: Cynthia Lorelei

Age: 21

Gender: Well Duh, male... No, Cynthia is obviously a female.

Appearance: Standing at 5'5", Cynthia has a cute face and bright lavender eyes that glow with her rune and pale skin. She has long blonde hair that she puts in twin tails. Cynthia has a small frame and is mildly curvy. She usually wears a black and/or white dress of some sort, and high laced up high heeled boots. Her rune is lavender and present on her left shoulder. She carries two daggers either on her thighs or in shoulder blade sheaths (if she's wearing her lightly armored dress. She is usually really nice and outgoing however she can get a bit sassy when provoked.

History/Personal: Born with the rune, however it surfaced the day she turned 4, from hence fourth her family went into the higher class. Her parents took up jobs working with the guards of the city. She is incredibly strong, given her size and has illusionary magical abilities.

Occupation: Sellsword and skilled bounty hunter for the guards or for hire.

Cynthia gazed through the smog radiating from the factories. From up in the building she stood, she could see the whole city drenched under the downfall of this morning. She sees the guards wandering around below in the streets and takes a deep breath.
'Things have been getting allot worse in this city,' she thinks to herself and with a sigh, she looks down into her hands and sighs, flipping through her empty job book and she mumbles to herself, "Not a single job in three weeks, how uneventful." her gaze passes from page to empty page. "not even a single guard mission either. They are usually logging me with jobs."
She turns around and flops down onto her bed. "I'm just gonna lay here till the rain stops for the morning, then I may go for a walk."

Grant grabbed his clothes from the night before and threw them on. Ignoring his shoes he walked down stairs into the bars small kitchen. Dishes from last night sat on a rack drying. The kitchen was clean with the counter tops wiped down nightly after closing. An island with burners sat int the center with the counters and a sink on the corner wall. A dual hinged door led out into the bar. The floors were wood and booths were set along the walls. Tables of various sizes sat scattered about thhe floor. Bottles of various drink sit behind the counter gaurded by a grate. All in all the Posh Griffon in far better repair than anywhere else in the area. The floor were kept clean, the chairs were in near perfect condition, only needing repairs every now and than. Even the outside of the bar was in excellent shape. All except the porch. At night it became home to those with out their own. With bucket and mop in hand Grant began washing away the bile and refuse.

The journey from place to place could sometimes take quite a while in the Bastion. The giant city was indeed giant. It had four highways, not including the Thief Highway. One going from North to South, one from East to West, one from Northwest to Southeast, and one from Southwest to Northeast. Walking along one without obstruction from start to finish easily took a day. There was the steam monorail in the middle of the highways, but many did not have the money to pay their tolls. All things considered, Harriet felt she was much better off not having a set home. She lived where the business was good, and that was that.

In about an hour, she'd traveled through a couple houses, stolen some silverware and a lucky few silver coins, and arrived upon the roof of the Posh Griffon. She might not have been lady-like, or particularly polite, perhaps not even one of an honest living, but she always showed up on time. And when she got there, was just about the time her old pal Grant had begun cleaning his porch.

So as not to damage any of the shingles on the overhang, Harriet crept down in a light fashion. When she reached the edge, the thief dropped to the ground and landed on the muddy ground with little noise. Though she did splash a bit of the muddy water onto the porch that Grant was cleaning. She did notice that however, glancing down at her addition to the mess Grant was trying to deal with.

"... Sorry," Harriet mumbled through her scarf, nodding her head down at the mess and pointing at it in unison.

Grant looked at the muddy wate, than at harriet, and than back to the muddy water. "You're here early." he said, as he continued to clean.

"The guards wouldn't dare it, not unless they had a born magic user with them." answered Grant frowning at a particular stain that always seemed to allude him. "Than again the magic user probably wouldn't do anything either."

"The mats get stolen." Grant replied as Harriet walked by. He cleaned for a few more minutes leaving only the stain that had been on the porch for years. He leaned on the mop and looked down the street. The number of vacant houses grew every week. It almost seemed as if they were closing him in. He had known some of the occupants of the houses, not well, but he knew them none the less. Still he could also understand why the guards chose those houses. After all some had some pricey looking things in them. 'Really is a shame ill never see them pass through my door' He thought as he headed inside.

Cynthia stepped out into the gloomy light of the city and the gentle drops of rain on the pavement. She headed down the street to at least find something interesting to do. As she headed down the road, she spotted two guards walking in her direction. She placed her hand on the booklet she carried with her at all times. Both guards stood, not much taller than her and they had been talking to each other the entire time they were walking. As Cynthia passed them, one of the guards glanced toward her and gave a lethargic wave in recognition to Cynthia. Both guards continued to walk, not saying a single word to Cynthia. She sighed, frowned and dropped the booklet back into her pocket. 'Probably just heading back from closing down another house.' she thought. Cynthia closed her eyes for a minute as she walked down the sidewalk. She peered through the windows of the closed houses to see all of the empty rooms. She shook her head and continued walking. Across the street now stood a bar she had passed a few times before but never went inside. "Who goes to get drunk this early?" she says to herself, looking as a black haired girl entered the bar. She also noticed how young this girl looked. Curious and bored at the same time, Cynthia wandered toward the bar.

Looking at girl who'd entered after Harriet and himself, Grant could easily tell that she was neither born or raised in the slums. Or anywhere near them. "I'm the owner. Name's Grant." he said moving forward with his hand outstretched.

Up close he could get a better feel where she grew up. It didn't take long for him to figure it was the better part of the city. It became even more evident when he caught site of the rune of the rune on her palm. Quickly he racked his brain trying to figure out why a Noble would be down in the slums. With a dagger no less.

Silently he cursed himself for shrugging off the guards closing of house as nothing more than a nuisance. Swiftly he changed his posture and presentation of himself. "Sorry for the poor attire, I was cleaning the porch. See we're not technically open at this point in time. At least we really wont be serving any drinks." He said turning to lead the girl into the bar and introduce Harriet, whom was drinking wine. Grant shot her a glance that clearly asked why.

"My name is Cynthia. Nice to meet you all." she said before Grant could respond to the girl. "I am here on grounds of my own boredom, to put it quite bluntly." She walked in more and sat down at the bar stool and crossed her legs, unintentionally making a sassy pose. "I figured talking to people would make up for my lack of work currently,-" She flipped her booklet around in her hand for a second. "I also find it interesting that this young looking girl just entered a bar." she said eyeing Elizabeth.