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ᙏᗩᘜIᙅ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ（ ✦ ）◟﹍﹍﹍﹎﹍﹍﹍◞
GENERAL
Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: tania ambrosius (welsh: tania emery )
Aɢᴇ: 38 ʏʀs, aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ᴍɪᴅ 20·s
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: camelot
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: hᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ
Rᴀᴄᴇ: cambion
Lᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: common, dark speak, arcane, infernal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: traveling merchant (previously barmaid)
Alignment: nᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ gᴏᴏᴅ
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'Weight: 110 lbsHair: Shoulder length wavy gold locks which reach a bit past her shoulders. On occasion it may be cut short.Eyes: Almond shaped ocean bluesComplexion: Soft peachy skintonePhysique: -Scars/Distinguishing Marks: She has a scar across her navel. She nevere speaks of how she gained it.Scent: mead or heavy alcohol with a dash of mintWardrobe: Her wardrobe changes each season. During Spring and Summer, she wears a short skirt and a cropped shirt which reveals her navel. While during Fall and Winter, she wears leggings and a long sleeved shirt, showing off less skin. Her attire best resembles that of a barmaid and doesn’t ever seem to change in style no matter how often she may change each piece of clothing.
PERSONALITY
Tania lacks of moral compass which at times may be her undoing. She seeks wealth and luxury above all else and has come to loath poverty. She once traded a child for a rare scroll but later paid a mercenary to kill the one she’d traded the child to and eventually sent the child home. Tania can be somewhat callous and manipulative in her pursuit of wealth but is not without humanity, and possibly, beneath the facade there is after all a heart of gold.
FRIENDLY-------------------------DISTANT
72% ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▭▭ 28%FLIRTY-------------------------------MODEST
90% ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▭ 10%TALKATIVE-----------------------------------QUIET
92% ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▭ 8%ADVENTUROUS------------------------------CAREFUL
43% ▭▭▭▭▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 57%
【 ↓ LIKES AND DISLIKES ↓ 】
| ✓ LIKES | ✘ DISLIKES |
|---|---|
| Traveling | Sand & Sinking Sand |
| Taverns | Churches |
| Alcohol | Being Scolded |
| Strong men with questionable morals | Thieves |
| Drinking contests | Losing Drinking Contests |
| Money | Poverty |
【 ↓ TRAITS ↓ 】
| ✓ POSITIVE | ✘NEGATIVE |
|---|---|
| Persistent | Fear of abandonment |
| Independent | Emotionally Detached |
| Knows how to have a good time | Would sell your mother to satan for a gold piece |
RELATIONS
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STATS
INTELLIGENCE
▬ ▬ ▬ ▭ ▭CONFIDENCE
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬WISDOM
▬ ▬ ▭ ▭ ▭MEMORY
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▭CREATIVITY
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▭SELF CONTROL
▬ ▬ ▭ ▭ ▭REFLEXES
▬ ▬ ▭ ▭ ▭SPEED
▬ ▬ ▭ ▭ ▭OFFENSE
▬ ▬ ▭ ▭ ▭DEFENSE
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BACKSTORY
Tania was born to Bethan Ambrosius (Welsh: Bethan Emrys) and Merlin Ambrosius (Welsh: Myrddin Emrys) in the Kingdom of Camelot. Her mother was a succubus who longed for nothing more than to live a normal life. The story of how her mother and father came to meet was unknown and she was never able to meet her father. As a child, her mother raised her alone in a cabin in the forests surrounding Camelot and was only allowed to enter the kingdom when in need of purchasing goods and trading in home made candles for necessities. It wasn’t until she came of age that her mother allowed her to move into the Kingdom and create a life of her own. Tania took up a job as a barmaid but soon became tired of the constant harassment from drunken patrons. Call it luck or misfortune, the young maiden finds her childhood home burned to the ground and her mother nowhere to be found. In the wreckage she see’s a small metal box and within a letter somewhat readable and a beautiful ocean blue pendant. This letter was signed by Merlin himself and within it stating that he was her father and that when the time was right, she should go looking for him.
Thus started her journey to finding her father as well as the origins of her own (albeit limited) magical abilities.
CHARACTER INTERVIEW
── How do you feel about yourself?
Slender fingers smoothly brushed through wavy golden locks as her lips formed an all too cocky grin. Bright blue hues peaking past slightly relaxed eyelids as if the mere question itself was delusional.
“ Let's just say it pays being this beautiful.”── How would you describe yourself?
Her digits then ran up her jawline and ended with a tapping on her chin. How would I describe myself? She gave a huffed giggle. Attempting to act as her usual self. But her eyes could not hide the melancholy pulled from within her heart at the question. It seemed she'd been asked this before, or more so, described by someone before. Tania moved her hand to unhook one of the leather straps which held her spellbook to her hip. Opening it and reading from poor handwriting over the hard inner cover of the tome." Her eyes were fire in water, if you can imagine such a thing. They were passion in ice. Even on our first meeting I knew, she'd be a friend for life, never dominating nor submitting, but a companion who walks freely alongside. But I wanted us to be more. There were days she looked at me with such love and playfulness that I wholeheartedly believed those blue eyes became butterfly wings, hers and mine.But all I could ever manage to tell her was "Blue eyes, gold hair. A confident, sexy strut that tells the world, "I'm beautiful." That's what you are. How stupid I must be to let you go."She tried to exhale a halfhearted laughter. But it did very little to quell the hurt of that simple memory.
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