Aziva stared down through the window of the mansion. Life had been very strange since mom had met Jace. Everything had gotten better, people may think that Aziva was still a little girl naive and innocent. But Aziva knew many things, she knew what her mom did when her first not-real dad disappeared. She knew, she had seen the body but had made sure mom hadn’t seen. She knew mom was protecting her, she knew it was necessary. Many things were necessary when you were poor. Aziva nodded to herself, she knew this, she thought it was like this for all people. But then Jace came and everything changed, Aziva had started calling Jace dad really early. She had heard from on of the other street-corner ladies that if you called people certain things for long enough they would become it.

So she had started to call Jace dad, and now she was in fact her dad. She smiled as she snuck past a maid and out the mansion door. Life was good now, Aziva’s had paused as she put it on the gate that lead outside and into the city. Then she got kidnapped, mom almost died. Tears threatened to appear in her eyes, she blinked them away. No tears, never again. Jisarila was teaching her how to learn the rapier, but it was not enough. She knew it wasn’t. She wouldn’t be able to protect mom or her comfortable life this way. She had put on her street clothes, they were dirty and torn. She messed up her hair and tapped her status sheet.

[Aziva [Last name refused]

[Level : 47

[Age : 10

[Class : Royal Gutter Rat

[Profession : None

[Titles : Genuis, Survivor

[Strength : 45 Agility : 112 Dexterity : 110

[Endurance : 30 Vitality : 90 Constitution : 30

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[Wisdom : 80 Intelligence : 250 Charisma : 135

[Luck : 200

[Skills : Uninteresting, Camouflage, Eye for talent, Vow Of Loyalty

[Mastery : Sneak : Advanced 6,

Hide : Advanced 2,

Acting : Expert 1

Deceit : Expert 3

Manipulation : Advanced 9

Rapier Mastery Intermediate 2.

Aziva scanned her status paged and once more opened her various titles and skills reading through them thoroughly.

[ Title : Genuis

[From birth you differed from the people around you, your stats will grow much faster than others. Your intelligence is unparalleled to others your age. Use it well and power will be within your grasp]

[Title : Survivor

[You have survived things that few others have, luck has been with you and shall be with you throughout your life.]

[Uninteresting

[Should you so choose you can meld into the environment, become something uninteresting to anyone or anything that is not actively searching for you.]

[Camouflage

[You and your apperell will meld into the background should you so choose, at the slight cost of mana.]

[Eye for Talent

[When searching for people with a knack for something specific they will glow slightly before your eyes. The more talent the person has the brighter they shine.]

[Vow of Loyalty

[If someone willingly vows themselves to your service, you can ask them to take a vow of loyalty. Should they accept, the thought of betrayal will never even enter their mind. Be careful on use, this ability can alter personalities.]

Aziva nodded to herself, she knew her abilities were strong, but she had never told anyone about them. Not even her mother. Aziva disappeared in the mob and made her way to the slums. Eventually she ducked down one of the alleys and entered an abandoned house, other children gathered around her, they were between the age of two and fourteen, dozens of them were part of her little group. She eyed their tattered clothes and skinny bodies and squared her shoulders. She would make her own power, she would make sure that no-one ever posed a danger to her mom or dad ever again.

Her name was Aziva, the one with no last name and she was creating a gang of her own.