My name is Rachael and... well... Heck, I don't know what the posting rules are here so if y'all don't mind I'm gonna toss something out here just to get the ball rolling because I work the weekends and am bored out my skull. All constructive criticism is welcomed. A word of warning: I didn't have this baby proofread beyond a grammar check on MS Word so please pardon any grammatical indecresions.
The likeness wasn’t very good…
Jani liked to think her lips were fuller than that. They had definitely gotten her hair all wrong, but then again even she had to admit that very few people got to see her natural hair. She wore wigs most of the time so the artist couldn’t be faulted. Maybe it was vanity, but she felt that the image cast a sinister note when really she wasn’t like that at all.
‘Oh well, what can one expect from a wanted poster?’ Jani crumpled the rough sketch in one hand. That last gig had been a good one if it was worth a three hundred gold bounty, in international standard weight-bullion. The local stuff was so weak that it was practically silver that someone had waved a gold coin over at the mint.
For once, Jani was at rest and bereft of her normal camouflage. Her last job had left her with enough cash that she could afford to take a rest. Really, she didn’t know why the Reeve was so upset about losing a few measly baubles. It wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty and to spare.
Her hair was blonde and as fine as cornsilk. Jani found this to be an enormous imposition as blonde was perhaps the most noticeable shade that a person could possess. Even the brightest redhead could go unnoticed, but people would see a blonde coming from miles around. So in retaliation she kept her hair hacked down until it was maybe half an inch long.
Nature had been more kind when it came to her eyes. Jani’s eyes were hazel and the first trick she’d ever picked up was to use powders to change the shade.
The rest of her was lean and toned from a life-time of roof walking. She made an effort to keep from going entirely pale. Being a thief involved a lot of all-nighters, but folks tended to remark on it when a woman got too pale. Most women tried to go for the ‘milk skin’ effect, but Jani’s goal was to be invisible. ‘She who steals and runs away lives to steal another day’ and all that.
Her plan was to lay low in some backwater town until the furor died down in town. She was not, however, expecting the Reeve to go so far as to order wanted posters in every dale and shire. Well, she hardly bore any resemblance to the lean-faced witch that they’d depicted… at least, not at the moment.
As far as the town she was staying in –she could never remember its name- was concerned, she was a simple pilgrim on her way to the Holy Sites up north. A rock fall in the Aren Gap had a lot of pilgrims stranded along the coast line so she was one rough-robed body among dozens wherever she went.
‘I think Arenna is getting a little too hot to hold me.’ Jani pondered the tiny attic room she’d rented out. She was stuck spending like a real pilgrim, but her savings had gotten up to the point where she could absorb the cost of a cheap fare to Barai and the bigger continent beckoned. ‘The marks will be better in the big cities and I’ll have a thousand milling bodies to lose myself in after, just another face in the crowd.’
Jani allowed herself a toothy grin. Yes, that’s exactly what she’d do once she was sure the Reeve had turned his gaze elsewhere.
‘Look out, Barai.’ She flopped back onto her narrow cot and grinned at the rafters. ‘Here I come!’
This is just a quick character study for Jani. Her full name is Janisidira kel’Paran. The name doesn’t mean anything her mother just thought it sounded impressive. She was born in Arenna to a gladiator’s mistress and sold as a slave as soon as she was old enough. Her first owner had the idea that he’d train her to be a dancer and sell her either to a high end brothel or to a Lord as a courtesan. Jani ran off when she was about twelve by bribing a guard with the promise of sexual favors and then bludgeoning him over the head when his back was turned.
Jani has lived on the fringe of society ever since and she likes it that way. She’s an inherently lazy person when it comes to most things and will choose the easiest path to any goal. The only exception to this rule is the fact that she’s an adrenaline addict. Because of this she will attempt and succeed in stunts that no sane person would ever attempt. Jani is self-centered, indolent, and delightfully amoral. She will lie at the drop of a hat and play opposing sides against one another just because she can.
This is not your noble thief.