Izayoi Kisaragi
Basic Information
 Izayoi Kisaragi
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Au Ra |
| Clan | Raen |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Server | Balmung |
| Age & Nameday | 23 / 19th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon |
| Occupation | Thief for hire |
| Height | 156.5cm / 84 |
| Orientation | Pansexual |
| Guardian | Halone |
The Street Rat
Pounding footsteps ringing on dirty cobblestones; breaths coming sharp and heavy, her arms full of fruits and roasted marmot meat, she runs. Fast. Away from the street vendors yelling and waving daggers and sticks, away from the soldiers roped into the chase and away from the residents of Ul'dah eager for something to do. She dodges and weaves through the crowds of Ruby Road, her eyes never straying from her path -- not even to fondly admire the dancing miqo'te like she usually does.
Her worn boots take her through the alleyway. Every nook and cranny as familiar to her as a lover's embrace. She vaults over discarded bags of trash with ease, losing an orange midair and cursing herself for it. She ducks around a corner and smiles to herself as the shouts grew faint. Izayoi never steals from the same stall twice. There are too many thieves to count on the Steps of Nald. Who was she but another face, another Au Ra abandoned to a cruel fate?
She skids to a halt in front of door. The wood is rotting at the hinges so she knocks gently, three times with her knuckles and drums twice with her fingertips. There's a pause before a voice whispers out. "Rat?" Just one word. Izayoi leans in close. "Bird."
The door opens and Izayoi quickly slips inside. Thye room is small and poorly lit with candles burned almost down to the base. There's scraps of fabric on the ground and various trinkets and broken items scattered around. Home.
She's greeted by a pair of grinning faces. A blonde hyur with wiry arms collect Izayoi's haul and a pale lalafell sprints over to kick Izayoi in the shin. Hard.
"Took you long enough!" Gele barks as Izayoi toppled to the ground, her limbs already weak from exhaustion. She chokes on her reply. There's not enough air in her lungs to breathe and laugh at the same time but she can't help it. Gele's concern is poorly concealed as he jabs a finger against her forehead. "Glad to see you made it alive, rat."
They gorge themselves on blood currants and figs, cramming the sweet and sticky fruits into their mouths as if it was their last meal. They fashion crude skewers out of discarded toothpicks and spear the meat with great gutso. There's not enough to go around. There's never enough but they make do.
Not even crumbs remained of their meal. Izayoi lets loose a loud burp and rolls her shoulders back. "A feast for kings and queens," she says with a smirk. She licks at the red juice smeared at the corners of her lips as the others nod in response with silly grins of their own. Their bellies weren't empty and that was enough. Tomorrow it would be bird's turn to scour the marketplace for the dinner.
But tonight, sleep.
History
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