Member of the Cutpurses of the Thieves' Guild
Full Title: Sly Pipien Longstockiens the Artful Dodger, Not So Ickle, Cabbage Killer.
Nationality: Morporkian
Citizenship: Ankh-Morpork
Gender: Female
She constantly seems to be up to no good. Being that she is a thief, this could be considered a good thing. Her hair is dyed the most violent of purple shades, with chunks of dirty blond showing through it is obvious that the nature of this dye job is not professional. Grey eyes are surrounded by heavy coal. The purpose of which is to black out the area behind her thin black mask, lending the appearance of a racoon of sorts. Her lips are full, pouty and coloured with a shade of crimson. Her hair is cut in a chunky fashion, mimicking her amateur dye job. It comes down a little past her chin and sits in pleasing layers.
Pipien grew up in Dolly Sisters with her two parents in a small house. She was an only child and a mistake at that. Her parents did not dote on her, their noses were generally too far buried in a bottle of whatever cheap alcohol they could lay their grubby hands on to even remember she existed at all.
Shortly after her 16th birthday, while wandering the streets of AM, Pipien passed the Apothocary and a flash of inspiration struck her. She slipped inside and purchased a vial of the fluids from teh quantum weather butterfly caterpillar. She quickly slipped it up her sleeve. After another quick stop to speak with a gentleman at the Troll's Head bar, she made her way quietly home.
That night, Pipien got her parents their drinks as usual, but this time she flicked the vial from her sleeve and emptied it into the bottle of rum. Within half an hour the bottle was empty and her parents were quite soundly passed out from the effect of the drug.
There was a knock at the door and Pipien answered it. The gentleman from the bar and two of his burly associates were standing there. The leader slipped Pipien a purse containing a small fortune. She smiled as the large men flipped her parents over their shoulders like ragdolls and carried them off. Their fate would be among the tables of a shady organ dealer and then the black market.
After they left, Pipien quickly raided her own house. She took everything of value and slipped it into the purse with her new nest egg. She then left her house, walked to the gates of the Thieves' Guild and never looked back.
They were lousy drunks anyways.
I am what I am.
Take it or leave it.
Portrait credit goes to Adalmin.