La jeune femme avait vu le mâle bien qu'il se tourna et la vit avant qu'elle ne puisse courir pour elle, son visage faisant du vélo à travers une série d'expressions – tout ce qu'elle haïssait, même si cela pourrait être juste parce qu'elle haïssait son visage et la façon dont il la regardait. Parfois, elle ressentait vraiment le besoin de sortir ses yeux de leurs sockets, surtout quand ils sont tombés comme ils les ont fait à ses seins qui étaient tenus dans son armure bien qu'en partie montré après qu'elle avait terminé le petit travail qu'elle avait dû faire cette nuit-là en ville. Elle lui resserra les yeux alors qu'elle commentait le jingling de lumière qu'il n'aurait pas dû avoir pu entendre bien que la pochette fût légèrement plus pleine qu'elle ne l'était normalement à cette heure de la journée depuis qu'elle avait eu plus de temps.
Elle ne boit pas de thé.La jeune assassine n'a répondu qu'à ce qu'il a dit et comme il a essayé de réparer son expression à nouveau, elle a vu un sourire ridicule et irritant s'étendre sur son visage et elle a joué avec le poignard dans ses mains un peu plus avant de regarder en arrière à son, le bord de l'arme resplendissante menaçante, libre de sang ou de taches parce qu'elle gardait la lame bien entretenue même si c'était un poignard mitril forgé par un nain. Si je voulais que tu sois dans mon lit, tu n'essaierais pas encore ; arrête de demander ou je te couperai la langue. » Illya sourit alors qu'elle parlait à Esdras, douce et innocente regardant à travers il était très clair qu'elle était capable et disposée à suivre avec sa menace là-bas, à l'extérieur de sa maison.
Illya Vance
Thief’s Daughter – Rogue Assassin



Below average height at five foot, two inches and weighing in at just under 7 stones, Illya is a thin girl with a good amount of muscle on her. Small feet and still shapely with a womanly figure. Healthy, with eyes the colour of storm clouds.

Age
Nine and Ten years
Gender
Female – Heterosexual
Weapon(s)
Mithril Dagger
-Stolen by her mother and given to her when she turned ten-and-two. It is of dwarven make as mithril can only be mined or worked by the dwarves-
Steel Sword
-A hand-and-a-half sword she found buried in her mothers’ things-
Recurve Bow
-Built for hunting, this bow is one who has seen more human deaths than those of animals-
Skills
Assassinate
-If she can get close enough without being spotted, and manage a successful attack, Illya may instantly kill her target with a fatal blow-
Become Shadows
-With her ability to blend in she may become invisible to the untrained eye, melding with the shadows around her. This combined with her Assassinate ability, make her the perfect stealth attacker-
Shadow Step
-A passive skill, Illya makes no sound when she walks unless she thinks about it. This also applies to the rest of her body. She makes no noise when she moves, allowing her to sneak up on almost anyone-
Sleight of Hand
-With practiced ease, the thief may slip a hand inside another pocket, through their bag or make something seemingly vanish into thin air-
Acrobatics 
-After years of practice, she had developed the ease to climb high on next to nothing, to jump and enhances her flexibility to near contortionist levels-
Personality
Illya has never been one to talk to others, nor share her secrets with them, instead allowing herself to become the distant image by the wall that few would ever really remember. Unemotional and detached, she is cold as ice when it comes to dealing with her target or victims, though when she needs to she can put on the perfect mask and act her way with a flawless facsimile of real emotion. She’s apathetic and rhythmic, with little deviation from how she does things.
On the other hand, she is prone to sudden fits of unpredictability or rage, leaving her to do things out of her usual patterns. This has landed her in trouble before, though the person there with the anger is buried deep within her.
Biography
Illya was raised away from town, taught most by her mother and learning the rest on her own adventures in and around town. The people there were well aware of what her mother was, though if she stole from them they never noticed or could never prove that it was really her and from that reputation people began to believe that the daughter would be much like Marideth was. From a young age Illya was subject to the scorn and distrust of the people in town, hated even by some and the villagers children didn’t treat her any better having learned from their parents that she wasn’t someone to talk to or trust. She became secluded, locking away her own emotions when the bullies came to harass her and over time she became a being of nothingness with little to drive her onward. By the time she was seven she could easily be described as an emotionless thing rather than a human child. Worse even, she was raised without a father, so only her mother – young and having given birth when she was merely sixteen – was left to raise her.
She started watching, observing and soon she began to learn all she could and started stealing from the villagers without them even noticing it; her hands became quick and her face began to show a smile again, though little of it was real. She was satisfied with stealing from the village, up until she’d left home for several months once and gone on to a large city where she came face to face with a master assassin. In the time she was gone, the village had thought her moved away and gone for good, but she was learning even more, but this time it was how to be the perfect assassin. The first mark she killed was a young noble man, wanted dead for the affair he was having with a powerful man’s wife and earned herself a pretty pouch of gold before returning home to her mother and the village that shunned her.
People questioned why she left in the first place, though she never gave much than a need to see the big city to their faces but Merideth new the first time she saw the pouch of gold on her daughter. The woman had never had much teaching ability to begin with, and few maternal instincts but she was against Illya learning her trade, instead allowing her to buy what she needed regardless of her daughters protests. Why should I act like something I’m not? Why not prove them right and make them regret passing such early judgement? She’d really left because she needed space and someone to really learn from, a Master to show her which way to go to reach her fullest potential. She’d found him too and came back to show her mother exactly what she had been keeping her from. Merideth had to admit, she was a little bit impressed.
She’s nineteen now and spend often months at a time away from home, stealing and killing while hiding her riches away from the public eye, instead allowing the Vale to think her a regular girl with few special talents.
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