Felicia D'Ombre

She/her

A mansion of luxury in the quiet countryside, full of riches, free from other people

A large, black cloak, very second-hand but patched up plenty of times. Passed down from Mother to Daughter, a family heirloom

I'm used to sacrifices in my life, if I get a bit of reward from that, I'm not complaining.

Pickpocket (+), Dark secret (-), Escape Artist (+), Herbalist (+), Agile (+), Polite (-) (Rude), Detached (-) Grounder (affiliation) No sacrifice too great, Who would love someone (Playstyle quirks)

Sewing Kit

My mother and I grew up together, as was the way my mother grew up, and the way her mother grew up. We lived in a busy district in a city. I wanted to help put food on the table, so I started watching the local pickpockets, see how they make their living. I was a quick learning, in not too much time I was putting as much on the table as my mum. Then I got caught. Except mum didn't let that happen, she took all the blame herself, said she was using me as a decoy against my will. That was the last time I saw her; it was my rapture. I had no other place to go, so I made my way to the sanctuary.

In the sanctuary I never got caught again. Especially in the inner city, all those arrogant floaters are very easy to steal from as they don't even know what's theirs. The outer city is a bit more rough, but I make my way around. I make sure not to get seen, but if if do then I never get grabbed, never again. These people don't matter, there was one person who mattered to me and she's gone, so I'm gonna live a life without restrictions, as she would've wanted.

(DARK SECRET) I make mistakes. In my first couple weeks in the Sanctuary, I decided to put some floaters to sleep and raid their floating house. Unfortunately I put a little bit too much active substance and they never woke up. It was a surprise, sure, but it was never pinned to me. Nobody noticed until the house came crashing down, and I was long away by that point. They never found any evidence, but the case was recently reopened. I'm not scared, but I won't get caught again, I'll die before that happens.

Sometimes when I walk along I see new pickpockets trying to get a start. It reminds me of my past. I usually help them out by making a distraction. I don't normally take sides, but I'm all for forcing the rich to give a little to the poor, then maybe I could've had a better life.

You don't know me, if you do I advise you forgot. I don't care much for conversation, but if you've got anything valuable in your pockets I may pretend to listen along until you're distracted. If you can help me do my work at this banquet however, I suppose we might be able to help each other out. The name is Felicia, and I think it's time we knocked these floaters down a peg or two.