A girl with pitch black hair, eyes and tanned skin laid in a dark alleyway filled with trash, a man covered in dirt and grime approached as she stirred, opening her eyes she sees the man reach down for her, he freezes for a second

A smirk crosses his face as he continues to reach down for her legs, with a jerk she pushed off the ground skidding slightly backwards while reaching into the pocket of her black hoodie, the man seeing the potential threat takes a lunge to grab her legs before she can go further, in the small window provided by the jolt backwards she was able to grasp the handle of her favoured blade

In a swift movement she flicked the blade out as he grasped her ankles. with a slight lean forward she struck out at his eyes, in reflex the man jerks back only slightly too late to save his left eye. "FUCK!, YOU BITCH!" he growled as his left hand clutched at his now ruined eye and clenched his right hand into a fist, as he winds back to strike, a smile could be seen on the girls face as she twirled the switchblade between her fingers on one hand.

For the first time in his first life the man thought about his actions, with his arm still cocked behind his head he grimaced and lowered his arm "you're lucky bitch." he said as backed away while facing her after a few meters he turned to pass a corner. she sprinted across the alleyway without making a sound an eerie smile nearly ear to ear with a small hop she planted the switch blade in the back of his neck, with a cough of blood the man said "w-what the fuck, y-you crazy bitch" he tried to say more but his lungs had filled with blood.

Notification:

level 5: thug

has been slain

+50xp

Dagger proficiency: level 20 detected

Dagger proficiency evolved into Dagger Mastery: level 13

the girls smile slightly faded as a tilt of her head indicated her confusion with the notification. with a small hum she jerked the knife out of the guys neck as his body slumped down, with a glance away she realised the notification is coming from her, with a mental thought the notification was swept away and with a step over his body she observed the intersection of alleyways that she found herself in, luckily no one was around to witness the dispute. taking stock of her situation, she wore her favourite black hoodie that drooped slightly above her knees, wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top underneath she deftly wielded her favourite blade now decorated with blood. finally after surveying her area and making sure she's safe she finally paid attention to the three bars and small icon which occupied the top left of her vision, focusing on a small icon, then a panel appeared in her vision.

Name: Elise Level: 0 Race: Human 50% ??? 50% Class: N/A Age: 19 HP: 80/80 MP: 170/170 SP: 160/160 Defense: 8 Magic Defense: 14 EXP: 50/100 Strength:4 Constitution: 8 Dexterity: 27 Wisdom: 14 Intelligence: 17 Charisma: 18 Inborn Trait(s): Shadow born, unseen, pliable Skills: (Dagger Mastery: lvl13)

With a bit of mental probing she discovered that she could customise this panel, instantly she removes the bars from her sight, with a bit of focus she was able to bring up another panel about each of her inborn traits.

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Shadow born:

the shadows welcome you as their own, meld with darkness easier and gain increasing resistance while in shadows

Unseen:

people have trouble focusing on you, people are significantly less likely to see you or acknowledge you.

Pliable:

you are able to move and contort as if you had no bones or joints, you are able to stretch further than normal

reading her abilities, even if she's had them since birth brought a smile to her face. with her status discovered and read, her capabilities known, it was time to move out before the body started to smell. trotting through the alleyways at a sedate pace she came across many homeless, minutes of walking later she finally broke out into the wider city, no one even glanced at her petite form covered in a dash of blood. she could see a multitude of different races predominantly beastmen of some variation, most humans seen were in subservience to the beast people as they were seen following some around as servants carrying items for the rich. some humans had the same privilege as well but they were few and far between.

stepping into the crowd Elise weaved her way through no one even glancing at her, just like normal. with no goal in mind she strolled around finding a tavern painted bright yellow and called 'The canary' slipping inside she simply walked past tables nabbing small parts of meals from the unaware patrons, while nibbling on a piece of chicken she felt someone grasp her wrist, holding the chicken in her mouth she instantly reached for her switchblade as she did the person spoke "what do you think you-" they were cut off as she struck her blade out at the hand expecting it to sever some fingers only to stop against the skin as if it were steel, looking up with slightly widened eyes Elise released a kick "do you mind, little one" the kick connected square to the chin as Elise just dangled there in the woman's hold "theft is illegal even for something as minor as food, attacking a guard" she says as she slowly pushes the leg away " of the viscount is worse" as she spoke she reached out to grab the hand holding the blade after the leg was lowered, with a flick it was sent towards the guards eyes causing them to blink as Elise dislocates her thumb and slips her wrist free, quickly catching the blade as the guard stares at her with surprise. trying to make space Elise went to preform a backflip, the guard was having none of it and grasped her ankles as she was on her first rotation "enough, you're coming with me."

with a small smile on her face Elise tried one more thing, she dislocated her feet by contracting different muscles in a wave popping it out of the joint, slipping out of the hold she used her arms to push her small frame away and slammed the side of her ankles into the ground to pop them back into place. the viscount's guard just kept watching as the small child violently tried to escape, currently just holding the girls odd pair of shoes. " no more." she said appearing behind Elise grabbing her by the back of the neck. a rapid sequence of slashes from the blade she still holds only earned a glare from the guard as the blade failed to even leave a white mark then it was promptly taken from her hold.

with her favourite and only blade taken she crossed her arms as she was carried like a lost puppy out of the tavern, unable to escape the guards grasp left a bad taste in Elise's mouth, there was a few glances at the scene but far less than the guard expected and muttered something about it, after 20 minutes of being carried by the neck and travelling through 2 districts they arrived at what could only be the Viscount's castle. "we're almost there, now behave in the presence of the viscount."