Roleplay stuff

A bit of a storyline for a roleplay a friend and I are doing. xPPPPP Shut up.

Alvina.

Of no important descent, brought up by sea-bound criminals out to find rest on an island now known as Pyrea.

"Oh for God's sake, Alvina, at least get your hair from your eyes. You're about to marry a king."

Ivy nagged, fidgeting desperately with the locks that fell before her daughter's pretty face. Alvina grunted and pulled away, glaring at the ringlets that were neatly pinned atop her head, coming down in a waterfall that framed her features quite well.

She'd only stolen a few keepsakes from the palace. The first queen of Pyrea, Amelia, was dead and gone. She didn't need her crown, or her earrings. It was said that she was pick-pocket herself. And Alvina couldn't help it, being raised by the outlaws of Avaricia. Quite the pickle she found herself in.

She would wed the king, or be locked away for ages. What could she do? At least she'd sleep on a bed. It was a fair improvement from her mat on the floor of the ship.

"He'd better not be a prick. I mean I understand him losing his temper over my sticky fingers, but if he's like that all the time I'd rather be sent to the dungeons."

Alvina muttered through her teeth as her mother brushed on a bit of soft pink rouge. Ivy simply shook her head and began lacing her boots.

"You managed to steal from the palace itself. Maybe if you stop being such an insufferable brat, you'll steal his heart, too."