Whisper of Avarice
They call her "Witch-Breed." She wasn't always this way - tall, slender, a woman in the shape of a beast. An adorable cuddly-wuddly beast, but still a beast. A slender, angry, smart-aleck, full-of-life, tree-climbing, apple-munching, pretender-hating red panda beast, all claws and ears and puffy brush-tail making a fool of all the folks that want to hoard their ill-gotten gains.

But no lock can stop her, no pocket is safe, no vault impregnable. All she has to do is whisper, and her avarice overcomes everything. Also, a big stick that hurts, and controls time a little. But that's just for fun.