forum Thief Roleplay, Anyone?

Started March 17, 2018 by @Lenered

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“I am right here!” Yeon exclaimed, throwing his hands up. His phone rang, and he took it out, recognizing his bosses number. “Sí, jefe?,” he answered, easily switching to spanish. “Kennley? ¡Estaría feliz de trabajar con la chica!“

"Spanish." Dove shot a look at Yeon, "I only know French."

“I know,” Yeon said, covering the phone with his hand. “Speaking to my boss.”

He uncovered the phone, going back to his phone. “¡Su atractiva no se interpondrá en el camino! Estaré en la tarea que pueda,” He said quickly, laughing.

Mira heard the women and man talk. She thought, Hey, I could steal a little something, treat myself

Laima frowned, listening both to Yeon and her surroundings. Nah, it was nothing. "Want to tell me more about the mission meanwhile?" she asked Dove.

Dove shrugged, "We break into the Imperial Palace, then burn a book."

"Right, you told me that. The initial excitement has mostly worn off, you know, and I'm here all ready to make blueprints and plans. But how will we get there?" Laima asked, enraptured. She pulled out a bottle, testing its weight in her hand.

Hi, Can I join the role-play?

Hi, Can I join the role-play?

(Probably.)

My Character would be:
Name: Breanna Allyn Camille
Age : 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Medium length brown hair in two ponytails. Comes from a rich family so usually dresses well but has a fascination with pirates and often infuses something pirate-y into her clothing.
Personality: Growing up rich, she feels incredibly entitled. This makes her arrogant and selfish. She is extremely good with people and can make friends easily, despite her faults. She uses these things to her advantage as she makes her livelihood. She trades information for money. She is a spy for whoever is willing to buy. She is naive but can be incredibly mature at times.

Hi, Can I join the role-play?

(Probably.)

Yes, go ahead!

Dove shrugged, "I'm mostly an assassin, maybe we can pick up a blueprint-person?"

“Do you know any blueprint people?” Yeon questioned, hanging up his cellphone.

"No." Dove admitted, a frown crossing her face, "But we'll figure it out."

“Alrighty then. Let’s figure it out,” Yeon chirped, glancing around.

Dove tossed her hair, "You do that, I'll wait."

“And where exactly would I recruit from? I doubt MS13 would be as generous as me when helping,” Yeon said, his brows furrowed.

"I don't know. Do something."

Breanna leaned against her seat in the car and stared out the window as her driver pulled into the driveway of a large mansion. Her parents had decided it was finally time for her to start making some business contacts and sent her to pay a visit to some boy named Roman. He was rich, but no one knew how he had gotten his money. She had chosen to meet Roman because he had seemed most interesting of all the people her parents had offered for her to meet.
She stepped out of the car, rearranging her dress before starting toward the group of people that loitered outside the Mansion.

Laima turned away from the mansion, fixing her eyes on the new arrival. What was it now? Another of Roman's employees?

Breanna fixed her eyes on the girl that had just turned to face her.
"Hi, I'm Breanna Allyn Camille. I am here to see Mr. Roman. Could you please direct me to him."

Yeon looked over at the girl, then to Laima with an arched brow. “Um, we have no idea where that idiot is,” he said.

Laima frowned, her eyebrows creasing. Judging by looks… this was a rich girl. Her high boots confirmed it. Maybe lived in a mansion near this one. Laima looked around, and the others seemed to be just as clueless as she was.
"Roman's gone." Laima said warily. "What do you want?"

Breanna ignored the question directed at her. "And who are all of you? Can I help any of you?" She reached into her back pocket to pull out a business card.

Laima reluctantly offered her hand. She fingered the business card, reading the name Breanna A Camille, wondering how to get away from this girl's sight and towards the money she could steal from her.
Laima smiled, and as she handed it back - "We're good, but thanks" she pocketed the expensive bracelet that the girl Breanna wore. A pretty one. Maybe she would wear it.