"Hi there. My name is Cedar Williams. I am, well, obviously part of the Guild, and I am a thief. I really do have to admit, being a thief is quite fun. It gets you nervous but the reward and the confused looks on shopkeepers and merchants are priceless. The joy of that makes me forget about.. i'll tell you later. Anyways, my preferred weapon is probably a bow and arrow, for I have great aim and it's very good from a long distance. And since I can do long distance, I am a master of hiding and disguise. Climbing and speed are quite good with me as well. I can do many of the things ladies and girls are taught to do, since I wasn't born a thief, and I was a female and still am, so that is what I learned. Sewing, Cleaning, Washing, Caring for young.. loads of things more which men don't have a clue how to do. Since I like to help the poor, I am very kind, sweet, caring and helpful. I can help myself as well, and the Guild. My accent is a mix of British and English, for my mother was British and father English, though.. my mother died giving birth to me from blood loss. I'll talk about that later. Also, I am 18 years old, and quite small for my age at 5"2 and 121 lbs. But being skinny is usually quite natural for me, since that is my shape and I don't eat normally. I want the poor and the rest of the Guild to eat first. I have a nice, soft shade of blue for my eyes, and auburn hair, which came from my mother. I am quite calm and cautious, quick and nimble, but many secrets I do keep. Ah, yes. Time for my history. I never got to meet my mother, for she died from blood loss having me, as I said earlier. My father was the kindest of men, never drinking or fighting very much. Despite having the pain of losing his wife, he raised me as though he was two and I really did have a mother. I was taught how to do 'lady-work' by other women with no children of their own. I had a wonderful life as a child, feeling as though I had many many adopted mother's and one caring father to tuck me in every night and wake me up in the morning. But one night, there was a fire, and many houses burned down. We were forced to leave and travel to Carvel. The way I found the underground, me now being an early teenager, I fell. Now now, not just through the ground, there was a little, tiny hole I dug out to make it bigger and peered into a little too much, falling inside. But not just inside any old room, I fell inside the vault. But there was indeed a thief inside it who asked me about my self and if I wanted to stay here. I agreed to stay for the night, and then the next day come to tell my father. But it was to my depression that my father had left Carvel in search of me, being so worried and upset, and then I had no one here. Luckily for me, they let me stay longer, and I soon became a thief and trained to become one. I got used to the underground, and became comfortable with people like me. My helpful nature grew and I started helping more and more, and to this day, I remain a thief. A kind, trusting thief. So rich or poor, I will be here to help you.
