So, since it's gonna be awhile until we start, I decided to do some RP. I'm not the best writer, but oh well. Terra looked down the iron-sights of her pistol, aiming at the target. She fired, and the sound of the gunshot filled her ears. The bullet hole was right in the center of the target. Terra figured it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in before heading off to Elendel, as one needed to know how to defend their self. Anyone who didn't would most likely end up bleeding out in a cold, dark alleyway. Or that's at least what her mother had said, before she died of an illness, around 3 years ago. Since then, Terra had given up on anyone people considered "Good", as no one had helped her or her mother when she was ill, while Terra barely had enough money to feed herself much less take care of someone who was deathly ill. Terra had taken to stealing to survive. She didn't feel bad about it, though. No one helped her when she was starving, so they did not deserve her kindness. She wasn't afraid to kill, but she avoided it when possible. It was much too messy. Terra preferred to sneak in the shadows, leaving no traces that she had been there. Most of the time, she got in and out without any problems, getting rather rich in the process. But, one time she was stealing from a noble's home, she got caught by a guard. That guard had ended up destroying her left eye with a sword, but Terra killed him quickly after. Terra now wore an eye patch, covering her damaged eye. Since then, she had never been caught. Terra shot 10 more bullets, all of them hitting the center. She put the gun back in her hidden holster, and went back to her home, to finish getting ready to head to Elendel.