Emerald
1. a bright green precious stone consisting of a chromium-rich
Harriet Potter is the Chosen One or was until Shadow-San picked her up off the Dursley's doorstep.
Now she is known to the world as the Emerald Cape, a world-class thief. When a...
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Putting down her cape and hat the emerald-eyed girl walked into the penthouse.
"Hey, Harre, how was the heist?" Said Ivy,
"Got the job done." She said dropping five of the crown jewels onto the couch,
"I am the best at what I do."
"And so humble." Said Zack while eating his sandwich.
Chuckling to herself, she walked over to the wet bar and grabbed a glass. As she poured her whiskey she stared at her reflection in the glass. She thought about all the things that had happened to her to get here. A thief, a woman in a green cloak, and now a witch.
Almost seventeen years ago Harriet arrived on V.I.L.E Island. Beginning with being taken in after Shadow-san, after seeing a child on a doorstep in the middle of the night. Raised on V.I.L.E Island and brought up an amazing operative. She only ever got out with INTERPOL as an aid. VILE and ACME have always been at odds with an invisible struggle. When she was still in VILE she stole, she murdered, and she sure as hell didn't give care in the world. Then she saw what was happening, she was being lied to, straight to her face. She wasn't the good guy, she was the thing she didn't want to be, so she went to INTERPOL. She got out, but things still didn't get better. Someone was being bought out at the top, she wasn't able to even attempt to stop VILE. She was in more chains in INTERPOL than in VILE. So she did what she did best, she stole the VILE drive. She used that drive to stop the thefts before they happened, by stealing them first of course.
When Harriet got a ping from Player about an attempt on the crown jewels of England, she went. Then she did the impossible, she stole the crown jewels. What she didn't expect was the group of magical people on the roof of the Tower of London.
She threw her head back and swallowed the whiskey all at once. She didn't need to be completely sober with the train she was riding. Her 'family' was out there, and alive, wanting to meet her. Here she was sitting in a penthouse drinking and basking in the fact that she had just stolen the crown jewels. She was vaguely aware that there was a suspicion at VILE that magicals might exist. It sounded like a pipe dream, magic? That was a fairytale, what next, unicorns? She decided to drink the rest of the bottle and sleep it off. At exactly seven the next morning she got up and decided how she was going to deal with VILE operatives that would be going after the jewels at supposedly nine tonight. They would have caught wind of the theft already so, what was their next move? The next five hours were spent on her drawing up plans and getting as much done before Ivy and Zack woke up. They liked to sleep in.
At exactly noon she heard a knock on her door. Dressed in a green and black jumpsuit, with a zipper that had a triangle symbol. Getting up and grabbing a gun, she looked into her eye pep, seeing the same group as before she opened the door,
