#I'm growing very fond of Conall

[talentedtignition]

how about thieves' gallery?

Thieves’ Gallery is a very recent one and I haven’t yet worked out a source if conflict, but it focuses on a fairly small guild of thieves in a sort of fantasy world. Intelligent species of this fantasy world include humans, mages (people who can use magic), cat people, goat people, and demons, though more can possibly be added to make it more diverse.

Tristan Aalders is the leader of this guild, and is arguably the best at actual thieving. While nowhere near as strong as others, he’s faster, sneakier, and wittier, able to use those to outsmart adversaries (usually law enforcement) to get away. He’s also, in the words of Xande, much too kind. Tristan is a very religious man and since he can’t really leave this profession, he tries to do as much good as he possibly can, taking in runaways, allowing desperate people who were forced to thieve somewhere to stay until they can get back on their feet, although the process of actually being let anywhere near the camp is very ruthless and thorough, as to keep it safe.

Conall Heffernan is a demon who has taken over someone’s body through a deal and is quite frankly a piece of shit. No one actually knows he’s a demon, but that doesn’t stop anyone from disliking him, except for Tristan and that was out of pity at first. Tristan took him in as he seemed desperate, trying to rob thieves of food, since he was and needed to keep his human body in good shape, which involved eating. He managed to pass the initiation ritual, much to the displeasure of everyone else and has sort of became Tristan’s apprentice. He’s not very malicious if terrible, and just wants try out being human and escape from Hell.

Xande Tolvaj is Tristan’s right-hand man and most trusted ally. He’s very laid back, preferring to let Tristan do all the hard work and just what he has too, but he’s not afraid to criticize him and is just as intelligent and in some ways more than his leader. He’s the older brother of Zita and can be very protective of her, which is usually the only time others see his scary side, though she doesn’t really need him and can find it a bit annoying at times.

Zita Tolvaj is their best and most loyal doctor at the guild. She’s very determined at her job, seeing as her father died of an injury doctors couldn’t treat in time and her mother of a disease doctors couldn’t cure, leaving her and her brother orphaned. She’s mostly self-taught but her dedication to perfecting the craft more than makes up for it. She’s a lot more commanding and than her brother, working with stubborn thieves that don’t know what’s best for them and is quick to anger. Despite her grievances with her patients, she cares too much about lives and will never let another person suffer if she can help it.

[ardenssolis]

@caemthe​ said (inbox):

[ fantasy, conall ] The mactíre yawned and scratched the back of his head as he made his way to table where all the important documents were, not caring about the bad image he was giving to his 'guest'. His ears were ringing and his vision hurt from the constant lack of sleep, but he didn't show anything more than annoyance. "Alright, so let me get this straight. You're not an offering from Sunnyland or whatever your homeland is called to try to make me and my guys leave the trade routes alone. But the actual princess, who is now making demands and throwing a tantrum in my tent?" King, he had heard the stranger say it before but he still chose to call them princess. After all, they were as pretty as one and he liked how those golden orbs threw daggers at him whenever he said it.

Conall snorted. "I'm not sure you're aware of the position you are in, princess. Making demands isn't gonna work well for you in the long run. Because, let's be honest, for how long do you think your little kingdom will manage to stay self-sufficient? It doesn't have to be like that tho. If you give me a good reason to leave, then I will. If you don't, then I might start pillaging the villages and the outskirts of the capital." He wasn't so needlessly cruel all the time, but... the way that man looked at him as they knew him... he wasn't very fond of it.

      IT WAS HARD TO believe this was CONALL – the Conall he had known since he had been a mere boy, bright-eyed and still unaware of the world around him. There was no recognition in his gaze when he looked upon Ozymandias, and if anything, his eyes were…empty. There had been life in them that had reeled him in back then, had captured his attention and his heart as he had looked upon the other with awe, for he had never met anyone like them. Even as the years had passed since the destruction of the Land of Wolves, not once had he ever encountered anyone who was so similar to a tempest like they had been. But this man in front of him…this wasn’t Conall, was it? It couldn’t be. However, those eyes were unmistakable even with the countless years that had passed. Why was it, then, that they didn’t recognize him? Why was it, then, that they treated him like a stranger? It frustrated Ozymandias to no end, made him question whether he was looking for something that was never there in the first place. Maybe he just assumed this man was someone familiar to him and nothing more...?

     Hopeful thinking, perhaps…

     ❝I wish you would cease with calling me a princess when I have clearly stated many times exactly what I am. Anyway, that aside, unlike those you stop on the road and force to pay a toll, I refuse to bend the knee to you. You will leave this area and you will go elsewhere.❞ They had been parked here for too long – cutthroats and criminals growing fat from their tributes, drinking to their heart’s content each and every night as if they were kings of the world. If Ozymandias had to, he would form a temporary alliance with one of his neighbors to chase this issue out. If they happened to run elsewhere and cause problems in a different kingdom, well – that wasn’t his business unless it effected him personally. ❝I need not tell you a ‘good reason’ to do just that.❞ He could not go along with any demands the other had to offer. If he did that, even a little, his sovereignty would be called into question. To the older officials from his father’s rule, he would be no different from a pup with its tail between their legs and would no longer be taken seriously. Thus, he had to continue his part as the strong leader.

     He could be nothing but.