Mina Kyunei
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Mina Kyunei "The Thief" 
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Personality
Orphaned from a young age, Mina was forced to come to terms with the harsh realities of a life in Ul'dah. She grew up around the myriad of peoples from all walks of life, the good and the bad, learning to survive off the scraps of others and meager offerings that were awarded her for being 'adorable'. She learned early on to use her aesthetic appeal to otherwise swindle the unwitting of their coin and other valuables when they least expected it. That being said, she is fiercely loyal to those that she might call friends and definitely does not dare to steal from them either!
Appearance There was a most vivid, if not endearing sense of curiosity about the young girl, a spark of vitality and excitement that accompanied vibrant, crimson eyes with every passing moment. Her youth was undeniable and her upbringing even more so in her often blunt, awkward mannerisms and rather shameless confidence. Her face was soft and round, delicate in complexion with full lips and high cheekbones, framed by thick waves of dark raven black hair often cut to rest in a rather stylized or 'intentionally messy' fashion.
If her pert little nose was not found getting where it didn't belong, she was found traversing less known nooks and crannies in search of mishandled valuables, shinies or adventure. In spite of her quirky behavior there was a maturity about her, a learned discipline granted to those who knew a life without their elders, familiar with being left alone and to her own devices. Her attire certainly did not speak as to any particular calling, fitted in soft leathers and cloth best suited for travel. The quality of such clothing was practical however, dark of color and fitted with pouches and linings to support gathering of valuables and hiding weapons for ease of access. History There were few who could aptly describe the little thief, and even fewer who knew of her in particular by name. The sightings were minimal and the certainty of her presence lesser still, and that seemed to suit her just fine. The less who knew of her, the better. There was a profound sense of comfort in the welcome darkness of anonymity, an opportunity to seize that which was so unwittingly left for the taking. Benefiting off of the unwary and the careless was her way of life, and the sun-soaked streets of Ul'dah were her playground. There was no hidden alley, no rooftop that she could not name nor master, the sands of Ul'dah were as much a part of her as her very own blood, and though the city was often ruthless, she took pride in the part she had to play.
The sands of fate had long since drawn her into the depths of the city-state, carried upon the whims of her merchant mother who was all but lost within the din, claimed some say by the bandits that roam, or the merciless throes of the elements. Nothing more than a child, the small Miqo'te would wait days, weeks, months before she would drift from that hovel where her mother's faithful hands had left her. No more could she depend on the thoughtfulness of passersby, for they were few and far between. Forced to adapt, the young Miqo'te had become prone to gathering lost coins, found in cracks within the cobblestone or those left upon tables in good favor for valuable services. Far be it for her to understand why the good people of Ul'dah would just leave such valuable things out in the open, she would keep them safe... and make good use of them too! Over the years she had come to perfect her talents, eyes keen and her awareness for valuable goods sharper still. With maturity came the lust for adventure, curiosity driving her outside the city walls and into the surrounding lands but never beyond the borders, for if she traveled too far, she might not make it back in time. Since the day she had left, the young Miqo'te would pass by that small refuge from her childhood and, though she had long since forgotten her mother's voice and gentle countenance, she still held on to the smallest shred of hope that one day they would reunite. Now, she continues her work in earnest, frequenting the many taverns and winding alleys acquiring new targets and making her own mark upon the city-state and yet, ever does the wanderlust grow, the yearning to see more beyond those walls becoming increasingly difficult to ignore... Relationships
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