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Tanishia

Tanishia Shar'adore

Name	Tanishia
Occupation	Bedraggled lowlife.
Age	Quite young.

Race	Night elf
Residence	A seedy garret in the Dwarven District.
Guild	The Peddlers

Outward Appearance	This pale and haggard kaldorei stands of average height for her kin, if not a few inches shorter. Although having a naturally delicate and nearly androgynous build, she seems dangerously thin, the outline of bones clearly visible under her skin. Both her hands are missing and have been replaced by jagged hooks strapped to the bandaged and swollen stumps. Three words can be seen on her body; 'Liar' branded into her sternum and 'Disloyal slag' carved along her forearm. The lack of one ear, a face that looks like it has been in close contact with fists too often, and a grim scar across her cheek only add to the image of some stray circus attraction. She doesn't carry the grace and posture usually synonymous with elves. While she does try to move elegantly, her attempts are no less than miserable and each movement carries the strain of someone who thinks too much about looking at ease. Greasy and unevenly cut hair stops just above her shoulders. It has a dull, grey hue and hangs in wiry strands, which may be attributed to a neglected hygiene.

Outward Appearance

This pale and haggard kaldorei stands of average height for her kin, if not a few inches shorter. Although having a naturally delicate and nearly androgynous build, she seems dangerously thin, the outline of bones clearly visible under her skin. Both her hands are missing and have been replaced by jagged hooks strapped to the bandaged and swollen stumps. Three words can be seen on her body; 'Liar' branded into her sternum and 'Disloyal slag' carved along her forearm.
The lack of one ear, a face that looks like it has been in close contact with fists too often, and a grim scar across her cheek only add to the image of some stray circus attraction.

She doesn't carry the grace and posture usually synonymous with elves. While she does try to move elegantly, her attempts are no less than miserable and each movement carries the strain of someone who thinks too much about looking at ease.

Greasy and unevenly cut hair stops just above her shoulders. It has a dull, grey hue and hangs in wiry strands, which may be attributed to a neglected hygiene.

Background

Tanishia prefers to keep her background hidden, perhaps mainly to cover up the myriad of embarassing incidents and her indisputably insane family. She only hints towards her uncle smuggling brandy into Ashenvale and herself being a very talented druid. While the first claim may be valid, it is highly doubtful that there's any truth to the second.

She used to be a rather well-know resident of Stormwind, having been the proud manager of the Pig and Whistle Tavern, a raging barmaid and, to some, even a petty criminal and a conman. With ingenious schemes such as collecting charity money for The Disabled Naga Association, Elven Engineers Union and Goldshire Asylum, or even selling coloured water as love potions, truth serums or weight loss elixirs, she seemed to have no problems sponsoring her vast wardrobe.

However, a drastic change impeded her swift and determined rise in the city’s social ranks. Having lost her job at the tavern, she tried to start up her own business, but found her skills in such matters greatly lacking. Her funds were soon spent on various substances rather than investments, and she found herself bankrupt and crippled in the sordid streets of Stormwind, where even today she’ll be seen, most often with a syringe by her side or a hook in some unfortunate stranger’s pocket.

With that said, Tanishia most certainly has a gift for sticking her nose in matters that truly do not concern her, but she also has a gift for getting out of them more or less intact.

Friends	Few, including Icabar, Laridus and Andarne.
Relatives	Enilaa and Tehôriel.
Rivals/ Enemies	Countless.
Opposite faction attitude	Has no care at all for war.

Loves	Bottles and needles.
Hates	Stout.
Motivation	She seems to have no real ambition, her existence being one of improvisation.
Quotes	"Where's my feckin' hag?"