Role

Chapter 1

In all her sixteen years, Rettia struggled to overcome her rather
pronounced mediocrity. Both her parents, a leather maker and a
homemaker, were nothing special. Her older brother, now a helper
to his father, an apprentice leather maker, never strived to be
anything different and just slipped into the assumed role in life.

Rettia wanted to be something more than just be married off to some
boring artisan or, if lucky, a lesser lord. She always wanted to
escape, but with nothing in the way of special gifts or skills, that
seemed to be impossible. Especially disgusting was the ease with which
the students of the magic arts can flicker the light between their
fingers off and on, not to say of more difficult spells. She never
had "the spark" or ability to channel magic as was discovered during
the regular magic test sponsored by the Galadon Invoker guild.

With no physical special abilities, even training rather hard at it,
she could never build any muscles, even after a rigorous year of
training under her retired uncle who used to be a guardsman.
He even went as far as saying that she'd never be of any use in battle,
even to save her life, and gave up to go back to leisure drinking.

The only noticeable skill she had is seemingly to go completely
unnoticed, perhaps due to her completely usual looks and stature.
While treating it with contempt, Rettia nonetheless decided to take
advantage of the only advantage and, in secret from her parents, went
to train to the Galadon thief guild to see if they need a young student.

There she discovered that indeed, her calling is in staying completely
mediocre so that anyone would discount her and dismiss from their mind
or not notice her presence at all in the first place. Practicing at the
market, she never ran out of fresh fruit. Her favorite trick, however,
was to sneak up on a solemn guard and tie his shoelaces together.

Still hating herself, even at war with herself, she decided to use the
opportunity to overcome her challenges as best she could and set out
from her home on the path of more rigorous study of the arts of thieving
and sneaky fighting that perhaps could lend her the opportunity to
become less mediocre over time. Indeed, she would even try to present
herself as overly intimidating to hide the fact she's nothing special.