Nikora Everett stands at 5’10 with grey eyes and short black hair that is often tied into a ponytail. She has a tattoo of crossed swords with the names of her parents on each blade on the back of her neck. She’s 33. She normally dresses in casual clothes such as a shirt and pants, with black leather boots. On her right wrist is a solid silver bracelet with a matching one on her left. The bracelets are a magical gift from her father, when she utters the word “Volund” they extend into two short blades. She’s a thief along with being a worker at a local tavern, both her father Seng Everett mother Carina Everett were well-known artificers who sadly perished in a fire due to one of their projects exploding when Nikora was a teen. She joined a thief’s guild both as a way to support herself, after finding out that while she had some magical talent it wasn’t up to the same level as her parents; and as something to do. Her minor talent enable her to pick locks by pressing her hand against either the door or the lock itself. She also was trained in sword fighting hence the bracelets given to her from her father on a birthday. Her demeanor is laid back and easy going at least when working the bar. She often has a smirk on her face.

Nikora jumped from her hiding place among the statutes that lined the roof of the church. Her cold grey eyes locked on the rooftop below. She ran and leapt down, landing with a roll. While rising to her feet, Nikora found the outline of a trap door recessed into the roof. Moving next to it she knelt down and laid her right hand on the door. Closing her eyes in concentration her hand began to glow a soft blue and in her mind she could see the mechanism that made up the lock. With a smile forming on her soft lips she started to manipulate the pins in the lock. Easier than making a cocktail, she thought while moving her hand to the door’s handle and pulling up to reveal a ladder leading into darkness. She moved down the ladder making sure to pull the trap door closed and locking it. Once she got to the bottom of the ladder she found herself in a closet.

Opening the door revealed a bedroom. In the middle of the room was a large bed with a few pillows tossed about on it. Directly opposite from the bed was a dresser with a small jewelry box along with a picture on top. . Quickly looking around she formed a fist with her right, causing it to glow faintly, it was enough for her to see but not enough to light up the whole room. She moved to the dresser and opened the jewelry box revealing a number of rings and earrings. She quickly grabbed the box and dumped it into the bag that hung at her side. She then looked around wondering if there was more to take. Well this was a bust, oh well, she thought as she headed back into the closet and out the trapdoor. On the roof again, she looked around to see which neighboring roof would be easiest to get to. Nikora decided to go the building on her left once she saw that she would be able to climb down a drain to the alley below.
The next morning, Nikora woke up looking around her own bedroom. A sad smile formed on her lips as she looked over at a picture of her parents on her nightstand. As she moved out of her bed, she looked over at the small bag on the chair that held the items from her late night excursion. She then moved to the bathroom, without looking at the mirror she stepped into the shower and turned it on.
Two hours later, she stepped out of her house into the morning light. Walking up the street towards the red light district she wondered how her parents would feel about her chosen path. At least I didn’t end up on my back she thought as she passed a brothel. Finding “Finnegan’s Finds”, she walked in causing a bell above the door to ding. The balding man behind the counter looked up from the tray of rocks and smiled seeing who it was.

“Good morning Nikora, and what do you have for me today?” He said moving the tray under the counter.
“A few rings and earrings Finn. “ She answered dumping the objects out of the bag on the counter.
“How much are you expecting?” He asked while sorting the items.