Contents 1 The Guilty Act 2 Trusting Others 3 Abilities 4 Relationships 5 The Love Of Her Life

The Guilty Act

Alma Schovajsa was given a gift from birth. The gift of silence. Stealth, stealing, and making her own. It started off so easy. Candy, food, jewelry, small electronics, knives, guns... It only got worse. Her parents disowned her when she was caught at fourteen for trying to take a cop's firearm. Red handed, Alma could only admit to her deed and take punishment. Seeing as the Czech Republic has a rather low tolerance for petty crime, it was only fit that they started cracking down. A few months away from her parents and she had learned to fend for herself.

After turning nineteen, Alma made for America, deciding there would surely be a better market in stealing from stupid Yanks-- And she was right. Not only did she double what she could have made in a week in her home country within one day, she was able to get a hold of larger, more expensive items. Pawning, or keeping for herself, Alma quickly made a decent dwelling in Etoile.

Rarely caught, she had perfected her skill, as well as her fighting prowess. She picked up martial arts quick. Her mind was sharp, and her body was just as fast. Lithe and limber, the girl didn't eat much day in day out, but it certainly made for slipping in and out of small closures easier.

Trusting Others

Now when it came to finding company for herself, well, there was none to be found! Alma couldn't trust anyone, and wouldn't. They would rat her out for sure. She kept to herself, only finding people a source of income and means of food. Easiest thing to steal was bread-- which was fantastic, seeing as Alma would never pass up anything wheat related. She stacked on carbs, but wore them off so quickly, it was hard to tell she ate at all.

Sometimes she'd play the pity card-- sitting on the street, asking for charity. She wasn't above it, why would she be? The girl clearly had no morals. She'd take anything she could get, and them some-- if someone offered her food? She'd shake their hand and slip off their expensive watch in thanks. It was like her dessert. Luckily, pawn shops didn't track where items came and went. Hence, Alma was quick to make a buck by selling something simple as a ring. Thank you, old woman who gave her McDonald's, thank you.

Abilities

Alma perfected her skill in fighting, though one can't really fully call it an art. She claims it to be martial arts of some sort, but it's negotiable. She's sloppy, but right on her mark. Where she picked up the ability was anyone's guess, but as days passed, she only grew stronger.

How she managed to keep such energy up was beyond thought. Running practically on all carbohydrates and no protein, she looked sickly ill, but it really only helped her case. She can run, jump, and break skulls with the best of them. Better with her legs than anything, she'll still crack out one hell of a left hook.

Relationships

While Alma has collected a few acquaintances over her time in the Isles, she can't consider anyone a possible friend other than Adam Fairfield (Better known as "Puss). He was the only one who took her in and gave her the care she needed when she was slowly losing herself. Shelter, food, and all the books she could ask for.

Though he's close, Adam couldn't be further from her. As little attention she gets from the man, it seems to only make her more frustrated and alone. Robin (Better known as "Cheshire"), however, is an interesting case. He keeps her busy from timne to time, always having items on his person for her to steal. However, she can't find herself to trust him beyond a simple acquaintance.

In short, there's no one Alma seems to fall in with comfortably. She can't bring herself to trust people, even ones she's known and spent a considerable amount of time with. Which is why she searched love elsewhere...

The Love Of Her Life

Bohdan. A gift from god. The only love of her life. Found on Craigslist, Alma contacted a reputable breeder to find the perfect loved one. Though he was being priced at seven hundred dollars, Alma, for once, had the money for it. She took him home and made him the perfect puppy-proof environment out of Adam's loft in the Giza.

As a breed, the Samoyed was the closest breed to home Alma could find. Siberian, and white as snow. His gorgeous brown eyes immediately stole her heart and made her feel happy. For the first time since she could remember, Bo made her smile on a regular basis. Although Bo is still young, he seems to understand her need for him. He sleeps with her in bed, and refuses to leave her side. He's even found himself standing beside her in the shower, prompting the perfect time for baths! Oftentimes, Alma will disappear from the public eye for weeks, only to be assumed as spending time with Bo. Which would be completely true. She's found dead space in order to train him in agility, which he excels at. Though a bit slow when it comes to simply fetching and returning, he can run like a horse.

Though Alma knows Bohdan will pass away long before she does, nothing, and no one will replace him in her heart. Bo is the only living thing that will ever treat her with as much love and respect as she always wanted. Bo is a sensitive subject for her, so ever bringing up that she may have dog fur on her will prompt her to babble on about the beast. She sees him as closer than any family, and better than any friend.

Is it sad, or is it exactly what she needs?