Classically trained...
Acrobat: Superior
Sixteen years of tap, jazz, and lyrical. Twenty years of ballet. I was the Prima ballerina for six years for the Royal Elysian Ballet. Yeah, you could say I'm slightly acrobatic. Of course, dodging punches in a bar fight doesn't require nearly as much coordination as a double arabesque into a switch leap pot de beret attitude and end with a triple pirouette combination, but it's a LOT more fun!
...to rock your socks off
Martial Arts: Standard
One of my choreographers used to be a principle dancer in the Peking Opera and was good friends with Yuen Wo Ping. She had him come in and dance with us once a month, and he choreographed some of our routines. Over the years I couldn't help but learn a little Kung Fu: it's an inevitable rule of dancing that you pick up a little bit of style from every choreographer you work with. I never realized how much I had learned until I started "adventuring" (I abhor that word) and this one poor sap... well... I'm sure you've heard THAT story before. Let's just say his face got an up close and personal lesson in how to properly do a triple time step.
A little common sense...
Tactician: Superior
Let me tell you something about ancient kings and their sacred relics. These guys have a mad-on for undead guards. I'm not kidding, I've seen more zombies and skeletons and what have you than I care to recall. The saddest thing is that the biggest challenge with these guys is how to dispose of them en masse quickly and efficiently. It's a pain to fight them hand to hand, and there are usually a lot of debris and body parts lying around. Once, in the royal treasure room of Nephthalyicia (or something) I fashioned a makeshift giant ruby catapult out of a surfboard, three guitar strings, and a sacrificial altar.
...goes a long way
Detective: Standard
Being a successful "grave robber" (I prefer the term artifact re-distributor thank you very much) takes a little common sense. Of course my definition of success is surviving the ordeal with as little personal injury as possible. If you walk into a room with spikes on two opposing walls, walk back out. That simple. Don't hang around, and for the LOVE of God PLEASE don't pull any levers. All it takes to stay alive in this business is a little bit of patience, some common sense, and some slightly above "braindead moron" level powers of observation.
A familiar Voice?
Illusion Creation: Superior
The coolest thing about this job is that nobody ever cares if you take a little something for yourself on the side. Everyone always wants the Eye of Osiris or whatever, but nobody cares about the kneecap of Anubis or any of the rest of the loot stored along with it. I picked up this thing called the Staff of Denali on one of my little expeditions, but my employer wasn't at all interested in it. I took it to a friend who promptly broke it in two and revealed its innards. The sapphires of something-or-other. Really it's just two little stones that do a pretty good job at keeping me out of trouble. I had them set into my earrings so they're always with me, and now, when I say something, it happens. Mostly. Sorta.
Another familiar Voice?
Fire: Superior
The other thing about ancient kings is their obsession with obscure locations. It's always across the lake of forbidden mists, beyond the icy cliffs of shadow and all that nonsense. Luckily my earrings have sorta "blessed" me with some pretty weird things, like the ability to never be cold. You don't even have any idea how COOL this is. I HATE being cold, and now I can start a fire with just a word. And we're not talking just any fire. I mean I can really kick it up a notch. BAM. Like Emeril, only with better legs.
The Effective Dreamer
Weather Control: Superior
There's a ballet called The Lathe of Heaven. It's about some guy who can change the weather depending on his mood. Really a Wagner ripoff if you ask me, but that's not the point. The point is, sometimes life imitates art, and you wake up to find yourself in the lead role. Jete, batement, tombet. Wind, lightning, rain. The translation takes some getting used to, but let me tell ya, the effects are a real crowd pleaser.
42nd Street
Super Speed: Standard
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