Gender: Female

Age: 35 elf years

Alignment: "I mean, of course I like good mostly, but like, bad can sometimes feel really good, y'know?"

Appearance: 6ft tall and pear-shaped with long legs, huge tits that can lactate and a huge butt. Pale skin with bikini tan lines and bright orange hair. Plump lips with orange lipstick applied and dark green eyes with long eyelashes.

Wears a bright blue silk top showing a lot of cleavage along with a white leather skirt and ugg boots.

Personality: Dumb as a bag of warhammers, naive as all hell and nigh-oblivious to everything around her. However, she's very open-minded and enthusiastic about everything she actually notices, which makes her a very magnetic person.

She's also shameless, often bending over for guys while she's singing or dancing so they get a good look at her cleavage, or up her skirt. This can get her in trouble with jealous wives, but she never understands why they're so mad. She's just showing off her hot bod, after all.

Lastly, to those she considers her friends, she's pretty loyal, even if she doesn't know what "loyal" means. She's always happy to help with something, although she often helps the most by not being there when the something is getting done.

Backstory: Tasmyne has always been lucky. Lucky enough to dodge a swing taken at her. Lucky enough for a thief to choose to steal from someone else. Lucky enough to have parents who cared about her enough to teach her right from wrong. But luck didn't help the fact that she was an elf in Westend, oppressed and trodden down every day. Insulted and degraded because of her pointed ears.

She showed herself as an avid student of literature and language, and she had a clear interest in singing. But without the money for singing classes, she had to make do busking on the streets for spare coin, all of which had to be used for food. The worst part by far were the taunts. The insults. "Knife ear", "banshee-voice", and "fatso" were among the worst.

Sometime after she turned 23, as she lay crying in bed after a particularly bad day, she was visited by a lust demon who offered her a deal. She would be granted an amazing singing voice, as well as a body that any woman would love to have. He would even grant her an almost-instinctive knowledge of various dances from around the realms. He drew up a contract for her to read, concerning all of the terms.

Desperate for somebody-anybody-to like her, she accepted the deal with a demon. However, in her desperation, she didn't read the part of the contract concerning Equivalent Exchange. She then asked for the sexiest body she could get, so she was drained her of nearly all of her intelligence, though leaving the ability to read and write. The only reason she didn't lose anything more, was because the deal also enhanced her luck in addition to her body and singing talent.

Now dumb as a bag of hammers but luckier than the devil himself, Tasmyne-now calling herself "Tashi" because "Tasmyne is so long and boring!"-spent years wandering Westend, going from place to place, singing, dancing, and mostly lucking her way out of bad situations. Eventually, she wandered her way up north and wound up in Asmana, where she's had more close calls than anybody can count. Especially her.

Lives: Mobile, Asmana

Talent: What she lacks in intelligence, she makes up in sheer luck. Otherwise, she's very good at dancing and singing, which is how she makes most of her money.

Ambition: "Long term plans? Babe, I don't plan. I just do things, and let Future Me deal with the problems!"

Likes: Grilled chicken salad, ham sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs. Singing (especially songs about sex), dancing.

Dislikes: Messy foods ("Like, I just hate the way they just get everywhere, y'know?"), fried foods ("They're so greasy! Like, no!"). Using her real name ("Tasmyne is sooooooooooooooo boring!"), stuck-up people ("Ugh, learn to have a bit of fun!"), workaholics ("All work and no play makes... um... well, it's no fun!").