Name (and pronunciation): Ranie Tessla Da’naan [Ray-knee. Tess-lha. Dha- na -en]
Age: Human looks to be 21 in Elven is 145.
Gender: Female
Races: Elven
Class: Alchemist [Apothecary]/Entertainer [Gypsy]

Magic: Sound. Tries it to wave emotions of her crowd to more the less attract them to the dancing and singing she does. Some to most of the times accidentally hypnotizes a few of the crowd members in to deep meditated trances or in to believing they are some one or thing from the songs, dances, and skits she creates. Other times when speaking with others about private matters manipulates the others not in the conversations hearing to an optimum low but a general side effect is that they are deaf for a minute after the magic has worn off.

General Appearance:
Body of a lush woman in her prime, with flesh unmarred by any scares, bruises or wounds. This flesh taut over the toned musculature of a traveling female as it gained a bronze/tawny gleam to it as hair was scarce any where on her body besides the crown of her head. Hair was thick and soft long but most could not tell as it was braided up with large beads made of precious stones at its tips and in the middles of the braids, some locks of hair were left out of braid sleek and shimming with bangs only reaching to her chin. Taking up the color of fire with golds with under tints of red that made her look quite golden.
Eyes were almond shaped and large with an unruly stare of an awkward pale blue with slivers of green masked in them. Eyebrows were plucked to near perfection on the slender female visage and a nose that daintily formed on the facial contours. Lips were small and glossed pink with a fuller lower lip than upper, behind them were a set of glossy pearls [teeth] always brushed and with out grime left over form a night.

A slender neck melted down with a tight necklace with large flat oval panels of pear and abalone wrapped around it’s middle. Shoulders were narrow and rolling where the arms connected easily, as toned arms fell to the curving sides with normal hands with rough calluses on the narrow ring bedecked fingers. Wound the bicep of her left arm was beheld of strange markings almost tattoo like in vibrancy of newly injected inks. Old scripture it was in of Faerie tongue of the word Sound in a deep black in which was extremely odd to others but to her self it was somewhat familiar. Around this were runes that covered around her upper arm like a half sleeve with an appearance to do with noise, music and any sounds.

Weapon of choice:
Even though has been exposed to train with different reasons she was more trained for hand-to-hand combat using ones momentum against them. But as a weapon to aid her are a sets of gloves/knuckles such as one with large metal sheet about 3 inches thick over her knuckles for each knuckle a little metal spike rose up each sharp enough to slice through flesh. Her other and last pair was like normal finger less gloves with an ordinate clasps around the wrists as on top of the hand rose up large bumps of metal for battle. At times resorts to using a dagger with six-inch blade that cut through anything like a hot knife through butter, more the less ordinate and much less stained with blood than her gloves/knuckles. Or using a more precise bow and arrow set that she was forced to practice often by her adopted family became quite good at it to a professional level but never enjoyed using it in battle feeling quite vulnerable when using it.

Clothing:
Choices of clothing par say changes with every day.
1. She is wearing an odd white and green kimono like garment with a thick obi around her narrow waist and the garment stopping to her mid thigh. The sleeves were long and thick with floral patterns of green on white, with two pockets on the sides of both sleeves it was quite easily to stash what ever and hide a small weapon. Bare footed.

2. Dancing in almost nothing but A bikini made of glittering golds and silvers, covered up her feet were with brown leather sandals as around the slender ankles were lapis lazuli bracers. Almost see through was her cape with golden coins dangling off its edges as the lower part of her garment had dark red velvet sewn on. A small tear drop in the middle of her forehead made of opals and a rim of pearl, as other trinkets consisted of thick gold loops around her wrists and her neck as the lower one had a thick ruby engrossed in a plaque of the sun.

3. Thick sleeveless breastplate with gold trimming over different areas of the body. Slightly large black pantaloons folded out form the tight breast plate only to disappear in shin high boots created out of an opalescent material usually a off white and a round crest at the toes. Covering over her hair and body was also a sleeveless jacket that ended at her heels, tied simply around her waist by a thick rope of maroon and clasped up on her neck by a ruby brooch. The trim around the hood and sleeves were set of dark crimson and bright gold threads.

Personality: Stoic. Daydreaming, as it would seem or silent with a dreamy cast in her eyes. Friendly and quite intelligent about her crafts. Emotions do not come as easily as it does to most females. Quite fearless with out peer, does not hate any one she does not know in full which makes her a bit naïve.

Biography:

[IE- I hate writing Biographies]
Armed in to the word with the knowledge that her parents had her at a young age as adopted in to a different family of elves close to her own family. They brought her up on a strange system of believe of never forcing her to do much of anything more supporting in what her interests were. Only thing that was forced was Archery with their other children, as soon she became more inclined for entertaining aspects as well to Alchemy/herbology/etc her intellect grew prying for knowledge seeping. After years of her devoted thirst of knowledge and practices of entertainment and Alchemy she felt ready to quest the world on her own to learn more only the adoptive family told her no keeping her back from the curiosity. On the night of her expedition in the mountains around the forest home to collect herbs and other items for her training in Alchemy she was struck by a sheer bolt of lighting, missing the trees completely only to hit her in the forehead for looking straight up. Falling over and sliding down the mountainside only to fall in to a patch of thick herbs, found by more the less a caravan of bards, gypsies and what not more the less after her awaking in a moving wagon towards the Elven outskirts of the forest she decided to travel with them the family agreed to this as long as she wrote to them every month. At the moment resides the caravan in the Elven forest of Silvire. [The caravan is a mix of races Elves, Humans, Halflings, and Dwarves who whish to follow their own paths than the typical person of their species]