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Alright, give me a moment to make my character. Oh, and what age group would you like to do?
 
Name: Naida


Age: 16


Personality: Naida is usually calm and collected, doing what her father tells her without question. She is shy, and doesn't talk much, and when she does she uses either large words or barely any...sometimes both.


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Name: Candless


Age: 17


Bio: Usually content to hitting a couple of rich marks for some cash, Candless grew up around poverty and dispair. An orphan at a young age, he learned the harsh lessons of being on the lowest peg of society.


Never one to respect authority, Candless takes great pride in running with the local gangs. Primarily acting as a courier/pick-pocket for the gang with the most influence that week.


He's got no real respect for the Crown and sees most government officals and soliders as a blight on society; the only society he's ever known.


Description: Shot cut blonde hair, blue eyes and a slight scar running under his left eye. Slim and tall, he loves running, seeing it faster than those sluggish contraptions called cars.
 
Ok.


Naida and her father strolled through the market district, the streets crowded with people. She walked 2 steps behind her father, and kept her eyes to the ground. It's not that she was required to, she just felt it was polite. Her silver hair flowed lightly behind her, green eyes occasionally darting up to look around.
 
Candless walked slower than usual this morning; the flood of voices their usual dull, muffled squeaks. He did, however, pick out a couple of voices talking about the ruler of this land im the marketplace.


With a small smirk, he shifted on his heels and began towards the market district, all around him the hustle and bustle of modern civilization. The morning sun rising over most of the buildings as he turned the corner and saw the end of the royal guard.


A bit nervous, he grabbed a coin from his pocket and flipped it, walking past the golden-armor clad warriors. Silently playing in his mind the sums of the armor and what he could get for them.


When he finally reached the marketplace, Candless was a bit overwhelmed by the volume of people coming in and out; most only flooding this area due to the Kings' presence.


A bit odd, he thought, that there were more guards than usual. Pushing past people, his eyes slowly fell on a smaller being next to the towering King.
 
Naida followed her father into a tailors. He was working on arranging a marriage for her, and felt that she needed a new dress. As she entered the tailors she caught a boy in the corner of her eye.


After a long time in the tailors, taking measurements, picking cloth, sewing, Naida was finally permitted to leave. They exited the tailor, on their way to the next shop when Naida tripped.
 
Candless had been trailing the procession of people, and, when the smaller figure tripped, something inside him caused him to do the unthinkable.


Help.


Slowly, he offered his hand to her, ignoring the gaze of everyone around him. The tattered rags he'd used for wrapping the multitude of scars and cuts on his hands, his pants which were stolen and shirt that hardly stayed together, all of it stood out.


'Well,' he thought, 'there goes my street cred.'


He looked down to her and tried to smile as best he could before speaking.


"Hey, are you alright?"
 
"Thank you." Her voice was soft like flower petals, and she took his hand, accepting his help. She brushed off her dress and adjusted the ribbon at the front. She removed a gold coin from the small purse on her wrist, handing it to Candless. "Here."
 
He was a bit taken back by this, the entire crowd wanting to see what he'd do next. He shook his head slowly, and turned, waving her off with his free hand.


"Nah, you keep it. Getja self somethin' nice."
 
"I have nice objects. Too many. Please, take it." She said. "I'll cry if you don't." She smiled softly, still holding out the coin. She knew the crowd was watching, and she knew most of them knew she was the kings daughter. If he made her cry, shit was going down. "You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"
 
He paused, 'Just what kind of angle was she playin' here?'. Slowly, he chuckled and turned around, walking back to her and taking the coin from her.


"Ehh, thank you. You didn't have to, honest." He smiled for a second before stashing the coin into his pocket; his stomach growling at the new oppertunity for some better food.


He turned once more and started to walk away, when, suddenly, one of the faces in the crowd cried out and pointed to him.


"Hey, that's the thief that stole from my shop last week!" The man yelled, causing Candless to hurriedly push his way through the crowd.
 
Naida reached out for Candless as he ran, then held her hand to her chest. One of the elder women asked if she was ok, and all she could do was nod. "Be careful." She whispered, even though she knew there was no way the mysterious boy could hear her.
 
He ran after pushing past the onslaught of people, a bit out of his element with everyone staring. His legs pushed him faster, further away before turning into an allyway.


He exhaled deeply and sighed, putting his hands on his knees.


'...Can't believe I just humiliated myself like that, ugh.' He mentally scolded himself, if the local gangs were to hear, he'd never live it down.
 
She tugged on her father's cloak, getting his attention. "I want him." She said, and since she never asked for anything he automatically agreed.


When she had returned home, Naida sat in her room practicing needlework. Her room was a tower separate from the castle, with vines growing up the side. There was 1 window, which she currently sat by.


 
(did I make it hard? Or maybe not the way you wanted? I can change it.)
 
(Sorry, I was busy. xD )


Candless stood off the edge of one of the towering buildings, hands in his pockets, mind steeped in thought. He'd seen the posters around with his face on it, in fact, he'd spent the better part of the day avoiding the streets.


He sighed and looked to his hands, 'one good deed, eh? Look what its gotten you.'.





He had to change it.


In a moment, he dashed off the side and headed towards the one place he promised he'd never go. The Imperial Palace.
 

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