Old Rp Stories (Ami)

Name: Ami Taiomi

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race:  Nekoname

Animal Shape: Cat

Family: Ashiri (Mother)
              Kusa (Father)

Personality: Happy-go-Lucky, warm and caring to al, Flirtatious to some, devious and scheming to her targets and cold as ice to her enemies.

Appearance- Eye Color: Fire Brick Red

                         Hair: Auburn

                         Fur: Auburn with Umber colored, flame tipped ears

                         Height: 5” 5’

                        Weight: 122 lbs

                         Build: Average/Busty

Weapon(s):    NekoHime – The glove Ami wears on her left hand. The glove was made with hidden, retractable, claws in the fingers, much like a cat. Its color matches that of her fur, making it invisible to all but the sharpest of eyes.

Class:     1)Pickpocket (Thief)
               2) Rogue
               3) Shadow Dancer

Talents/Abilities:  [T] – Thief   [SD] – Shadow Dancer  [N] - Nekoname

[T]  Be Careful it’s a Trap!: Ami has the ability to set up/use traps of her own as well as arming/disarming the traps of her enemies.

[T]  *Who needs keys!?: Ami’s true colors shine through with the ability to pick any lock, Er… Almost. *Ability is ineffective against magic locks.

[T]   You’re Wallet? Haven’t seen it… : Ami has the ability to steal from anyone, not just her enemies, so watch out! 

[T]  [N]  *Must be the Wind… : Ami’s movements are muffled to a ghost-like quality. *Ability boosted when in Cat form.

[SD]  The Flash of the Blade! Or was it the star? : Ami can carry/use multiple small weapons, such as throwing knifes and shuriken.

[SD]  Now you see me… : Ami, with her training as a Shadow Dancer, can vanish into the shadows to strike her foes, or pull a sneaky retreat.

History:

                The Nekoname are a race of nomadic cat-like human beings. They used to live anywhere and everywhere they could. Until recently, however, you could find them just about anywhere in Relia. Their numbers started to dwindle due to a mysterious illness that seemed to target the animals of the world. The Nekoname were thought to be loosely related to the Nachtyre. This connection, as well as their already known connection to the feline race, is what seemed to lead to their downfall. A period of five years or so passed and, in that time, the Nekoname seemed to thrive in one location, Teliath.

                The Nekoname seemed to split upon reaching the forest kingdom. It is thought that half of their race went on to thrive in the kingdom itself while the other half stayed close to its nomadic roots and lived in the surrounding forest. The nomads, similar to gypsies, lived in a traveling community which was mainly comprised of wagons and tents. The nomadic Nekoname, now settled in the forest, live in peace. Life is harder for them as opposed to the half in the kingdom however, and as such trouble seems to find its way to them.

                Ami Taiomi, in particular, is who the trouble seems to flock to. A simple girl at heart, Ami had always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially when she was younger. At the age of seven, she began to develop an interest in the art of trap making. As time went on, Ami’s traps began to become more elaborate. What had started out as a simple “bell trap” at the age of seven, was now an elaborate system of traps, all woven together to stop someone, or something, from getting close to their house. This was when she was ten. Her parents, although encouraging her to keep working in hopes that she would become an inventor, found out the hard way what Ami truly was.

                It was a normal day, or so it had seemed at first, and Ami’s mother and father were busy working outside on their day off. Life was hard for the Taiomi family, it always had been, and so Ami decided to help out, or so she thought. She headed into the area of the camp that contained all the shops and began to look around. The meat stand happened to catch her eye and she slipped over towards it. She began to glance around, and seeing no one was around, slipped a small pack of fish into her pocket and began to head back toward her home. Unbeknownst to her, however, the meat stand owner was standing at the window of his shack nearby and had followed her back home.

                Upon entering her house, Ami slipped off into her room to dispose of the fish until she could slip it into the kitchen without any problems. A few seconds after she had stashed the stolen fish, she heard a knock followed by muffled voices. Curious, she went to see who was there. To her surprise it was the owner of the meat stand. As the man spoke to her parents, she watched from her doorway. Needless to say, her parents were mad at her and her theft. Reluctantly, she decided to tell the truth and returned the fish, with the promise she wouldn’t do it again. However, she did do it again, just not to the same place.

                As time went by and she grew older, Ami began to secretly practice the ways of the pickpocket. She would lock all the doors in the house and open them as fast as she could with a small hairpin, or even steal things from her parents’ room just to see how long it took for them to notice. If they did notice, she would feign ignorance and slip the item In question back in a place where it could have been easily overlooked and they would be none the wiser. Once she was confident in her abilities, she began to swipe little things here and there from people around the camp. A small amount of money here, a little food there, it had seemed as if she was getting away with everything. Until one faithful day.

                It was late one night, and as luck would have it, it was stormy. Unseen to Ami or her family, a small group of people began to approach their home, their presence being revealed by the occasional lightning flash. The group of camp dwellers stopped at the Taiomi family’s door and knocked. Ami, who was usually a light sleeper, merely rolled over as the rapping echoed throughout the silent little house. Her parents answered the door, sand still fresh in their eyes, and quickly jumped back at the sight of the mini mob at their door. A few minutes passed before the group left. They had come to inform them of their stolen goods and their suspicions that it was Ami.

                The next day, Ami awoke to find her parents gone. There was a note on her door that read: “Ami, we’re going out for a while, we’ve left you some money for food, be back soon.” Naturally, she didn’t think much of it, as her parents sometimes left her alone like this before. This time was different though, she could feel it. She searched for the money but there was none to be found. She then continued to search her room for her little “rainy day” stash, but to her surprise, it too was gone. She was at a loss for words, thankfully they found her instead as she spied a note on the floor where her stash was supposed to be.

                The note read: “We know what you did, we’ve known all along. If you want your parents to stay safe, you’ll follow these rules. We’ve already taken our things back from you, little thief, and now we want our interest. Rule one, Leave the camp. Rule two, WORK for the money. Rule three, Send your payments back here, you’ll know how when you get that far. Rule four, Last one so pay attention. If you tell anyone about this, and they come here to help you out, your parents will die. Now get out of here and don’t forget, your parents’ lives are in your hands now, so you’d better keep them clean!”

                Ami’s life almost crumbled when she finished that note. All she knew, all he had, had been taken from her. For what seemed like hours, she cried. She cried until her body ran out of tears to shed. She had read the note three times over that day, trying to find some hidden clue. Feeling a mixture of emotions, frustration and loneliness among them, she gathered her things and set out the next day. She carried with her two things of value. The note from her parents’ kidnappers and NekoHime, a glove she designed as a substitute for a thief’s claw weapon, trading the traditional knuckle claws for catlike, retractable fingertip claws. As she ventured forth into the world, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging itch at the back of her mind, like she was missing something. If only she had turned around at that moment, she would have seen what she was missing. There stood her parents, watching her go with tears in their eyes. It was they, who had written the note.

And so Ami’s chapter begins. This is “The Relia Chronicles!”