La fille détestait complètement quand ce petit visage fou et bouge comme ça sur elle mais c'était quelque chose à laquelle elle s'était habituée au fil du temps bien qu'elle et sa mère n'en avaient pas moins eu l'impression. "Je le jure, ce robot est un masochiste."  La fille grondait d'un soupir lourd alors qu'il s'éloignait. Elle a marché vers sa propre maison, fatiguée mais pas trop pour la faire à l'intérieur et regarder à travers les placards pour quelque chose à boire. Sa mère, naturellement, était descendue après l'avoir vue et a mis un pain avec un peu de fromage et de viande pour une collation avant qu'elle ne dorme ce matin-là pendant que la ville commençait à se réveiller. Elle n'a pas dit grand-chose avant de prendre son assiette avec elle dans les escaliers vers l'aile de la maison qu'elle occupait, sa fenêtre près d'un bel arbre pour l'ombrer bien qu'elle normalement fermé aux rideaux pour empêcher le soleil d'entrer pendant qu'elle dormait. Après une longue nuit comme celle-ci, elle avait besoin d'un bon sommeil et le soleil et le bruit que le drap bloqué la réveillerait si elle l'atteignait.
Illya a poussé sa porte ouverte avec son pied et a posé son assiette sur la table par le mur pendant qu'elle se déplaçait, accrochant son manteau sur le cintre pas trop loin de la porte avant qu'elle ne tombe sur son lit et lui coupa les bottes. C'est à ce moment-là qu'elle vit le bourgeon de fleurs accroché à son plafond juste au-dessus de son oreiller.
"Tu me chies dessus?"
La jeune femme s'est approchée et a ramassé un livre lourd, le jetant directement sur la fleur cependant, le bourgeon semblait se déplacer immédiatement hors du chemin, donc elle a manqué la chose stupide. Elle avait entendu les légendes du barde à la taverne les rares nuits où elle ne travaillait pas et a décidé de boire la nuit loin, parfois même en parlant avec les hommes qui sont venus à leur petite ville dans la Vale lors de leurs voyages. Elle a trouvé amusant qu'elle soit souvent la première femme à s'approcher de ces hommes, considérant que même si elle était une fille locataire, elle serait l'une des plus chères - ils sont partis avec des poches vides de toute façon.
Retour à la fleur que la jeune femme regardait, les feuilles se déplaçant dans la brise de la fenêtre ouverte comme s'ils se moquaient d'elle bien qu'elle se soit roulée et a décidé de l'ignorer en allongeant le trésor qu'elle avait loterie la veille sur son lit tout en mangeant la remise de nourriture apporté à l'étage avec elle.
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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