Nana was doing her typical aloof thing around the town of Oak. She was usually known to be around even if one did not see or hear her, that was just her way of things. It was just like any other evening to her- hiding in the most bizarre locations, reading a book or even napping. Usually she was reading a book however. She kept to herself a lot even though she was always quick with a cheerful and boisterous personality. Reading was one of her few healthy hobbies and she had learned that it kept her out of trouble that she would normally find herself in.
She had grown up on the streets and became a pickpocket at a very young age. She knew every corner and street of Oak town, as well as many of the frequent visitors to various stores and pubs.
She was no longer a mere thief, no. She was a member of Eternal Nightmare- a dark guild of quite the renown... Or infamy, depending on who you asked. The green haired girl had been unofficially adopted by members of the guild shortly after its founding. Nana had grown up the last few years under the guidance and parenting of many guild members. She knew many of the new and old members alike, by name and face- even if she hadn't gone out of her way to speak to them or be known by them. In fact, it was not until very recently that she had been officially accepted and recognized as a member and no longer a child.
The town of Oak was Eternal Nightmare's stomping grounds. If a stranger looked around, they might easily spot a member of the guild without realizing it. Of course some members were too obvious, or maybe their appearance just screamed 'dark mage'. Nana was not one of these. She looked out of place even amongst most of her guild. Although she was abandoned at a young age, the sense of a 'kunoichi' had been instilled upon her impressionable mind as a child by both of her parents and their heritages. She dressed like a ninja, though parts of her garb was revealing in the areas where it counted most. Most notably, Nana wore a mask that hid the lower half of her face. Few people indeed had ever seen Nana's face- fewer whom were alive to tell it.
Such was Nana's appearance, as she lay leisurely atop a long and thick rafter that loomed over the patrons of the pub. the smells of foods and alcohol found their way through her mask and occasionally distracted her from the book she was reading. It was one of these common yet subconscious breaks she took from her reading, that she gazed down and spotted a hooded figure enter the pub and take a suspicious position and demeanor. Acting mysterious in this town would get you more attention than avoiding it. she thought to herself as she looked on, only half interested in the identity of this shrouded figure. Still, the night was young and most of the regulars of the pub had yet to arrive. Nana was bored, so she tentatively closed her book and tucked it away in a hiding spot. She rolled over onto her tummy and gazed down curiously at the stranger sipping their drink through a straw. She grinned- not the innocent kind. The unhinged kind of grin that was usually the beginnings of where her troubles began. Now she just had to know who was hiding beneath the cowl of intrigue.
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