Octopath Traveler: My OC's X ALL EIGHT CHARACTERS

((Therion and Akira)) Chapter 1

"The usual," I say to the bartender, seeing someone else beside me. She's young, with a dark blue, ripped cloak over her small body, and her hair hanging low over her eyes.

I give a shrug. Not my problem. I shouldn't even be wasting my time on people like her. It's not what thieves like me do.

The bartender nods and pours me a drink, and I keep glancing at the girl for some reason. How old even is she? She looks far too young to be in a bar, let alone be drinking in here.

Stop it, Therion, I scold myself, brushing my hair to the side slightly. It still hangs over my eyes, but I like it that way. It's all white, and hangs over one side of my face, shielding one of my ice blue eyes. I have one of those faces you just want to punch, as I've been told many times, as I constantly have that I-don't-care expression.

To say it's warm, I still wear a purple scarf, a thick shawl that has a lighter shade than my neckwear, a white short-sleeved undershirt, dark pants, and leather shoes

The barkeep slides the drink towards me, and I catch it, "as ye like it," he says.

"I 'eard that thieves at it again," someone says behind me.

The girl suddenly stiffens at the voice and darts from the bar. What the...?

I turn my head slightly, hunched over my drink, listening in. What made the girl run out?

"Really?" Says his friend, "what's he done this time?"

"Lifted everythin' off a merchant leavin' him goldsmithy," replies the first, "guess he didn't get his fill at that fancy manor the other day. Still can't believe he made it past all those guards. I'm sure the more the better for 'im"

I stay quiet, thinking over this...'manor'. They were more like decorations than actual guards.

"Ain't no point swoonin' over someone else's work!" The other one says, "someday we'll make it as big as the thief an' then we'll be the talk of the town!" He laughs, and I can't help but shake my head.

"Yeah," responds the first, "you said it, partner!"

That sends a slight jolt through me. I turn and lean against the counter, putting a hand on my hip, and closing my eyes, partners in crime, huh...

It was ten years ago...

Our paths crossed in a particularly dingy goal.

I remember that meeting well...

After all, it had quite the influence on my 'career'.

I followed a guard along some cells, having just stolen yet another thing, but dammit, I had been caught. He opened the cell with someone else inside and turned to me.

"Oi! Get in!" He demanded.

I folded my arms defiantly, "not even a 'please'?"

"You won't last long in here with that foul mouth, whelp," the guard spat back.

Sheesh, he was sure one to talk, "no?" I walked towards him slightly, "you seem to be doing just fine."

He gave a frustrated growl, and punched me hard in the stomach, making me collapse to one knee, and my hand holding the other to my stomach. Thanks a lot, buddy.

Without another word, I walked into the cell, ignoring the pain he had inflicted on me. Jerk.

"Impudent brat!" He shouted, slamming the cell door closed, "you'll learn your manners the hard way, just like the rest."