Name: Louisa Age: 19 Place of Birth: Cenaria Affiliation: Blue Maja/Rat Guild Appearance: Quite thin because she has to scavenge for food, her hair is ratted most of the time, her clothes are usually filthy, and she has dirt that covers most of her body. She is 5' 11'' tall. She goes barefoot due to a lack of shoes. Personality: She is quiet at times, enjoys hiding in the shadows, also enjoys to watch people suffer. She can be stubborn and rebellious as well. Weapons: Twin daggers, one on each hip Bio: Louisa became orphaned at the age of eight years old. The Rat Guild took her in when she was ten. They taught her how to take care of herself. When she turned 10, they taught her how to fight. When she was twelve, she started beating people that owed the guild money. She began enjoying it. When she turned 14, she discovered that she has some sort of magic. She was not sure what it was or how to effectively use it. Currently, she is still searching for answers on what was happening to her. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Louisa waited until the moon was high in the sky before roaming the streets. Her stomach ached with hunger, so that was the first matter to take care of. She slouched down in the shadows, hiding herself from the various guards, and other people walking about. The kitchen at the Inn was closed down by now, so sneaking in would be quite easy. She tiptoed quietly through the streets until she came to the rear entrance of the inn. All sorts of wonderful smells came from inside. Her mouth began to water. Right before she attempted to enter the kitchen, a guard started heading in her direction. She scowled, while hiding behind a corner. The guard remained longer than was usually necessary, and her patience was waring thin. This is when the headache started. She grabbed her head with her hands, dropping to her knees from the pain. The pain was too much to bare, but the pain eventually went away. She looked up finding a key laying on the edge of the windowsill. She gave a half smile as she stood, grabbing the key suspiciously. She would sneak over the the front of the Inn, looking around but no one was there. With confusion and puzzlement, she went back to the kitchen entrance. The guard had moved on by then. She tried the door, which was locked. She looked back at the key, tried it on the door, and it opened. "This is quite unusual." With the door opened, she entered carefully, drawing both daggers waiting for a trap. There was none. The kitchen was empty as far as she could tell. She hurried to the cupboards, grabbing whatever food she could. She planted some sort of bread in her mouth, crumbs falling to the floor. She was so very hungry and despite her better judgement, decided to eat the whole piece of bread before moving on. There was money to collect, and she did not want to be late.