Tiffany Blanchard
Daughter of the Feywild Tiffany Blanchard
Tiffany Blanchard is often seen with her wereraven companion, Melissa. She enjoys meeting new people and often seeks out friends in people and creatures she feels are similar to herself.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
The form of a young woman fits her well, and she's quite comfortable in her skin.
Body Features
Her height of 5'5" allows her to pass through crowds with cover. She could be taller, if she wished, but shorter people are harder to track.
Facial Features
Her face is average enough to be forgettable, one of those that you would find in any crowd. Her eyes are blue and her hair is a light blonde, the same as many young women of the world.
Identifying Characteristics
If she wanted to be identified, she would've chosen another form.
Physical quirks
Her smile is a bit too wide, showing a remarkable amount of teeth. Sometimes it looks more like a sign of aggression than a sign of happiness.
Sometimes her appearance looks a bit blurry from the corner of one's eye, stretching and twisting into an unfamilar shadow.
Special abilities
She can temporarily shift forms and change her physical appeareance.
Apparel & Accessories
She's used to neutral outfits and calm colors, taking inspiration from the small villages she's visited in the past.
If one could call a person an accessory, Melissa would be Tiffany's. It's rare to see one without the other.
Specialized Equipment
She's a bard who dabbles in multiple art forms, but values singing the most.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Discovered and adopted by her mothers in the Feywild, Tiffany spent her childhood protecting an entrance to the Feywild. She left once she aged into a teenager and got a bard job at a local tavern. Somewhere in the years that passed, Tiffany disappeared from that town and popped up a while later, halfway across the globe. She'd met Melissa during her absence, and has kept a low profile ever since.
Gender Identity
Tiffany usually sticks with a feminine identity, but she'd have no qualms to shifting into a new form.
Sexuality
Yes.
Education
She was educated once as a Feywild child, and later as a village child (by a tavernkeep who took her in as an employee).
Employment
She takes local jobs as a bard, moving from town to town often.
Intellectual Characteristics
She's good at thinking outside the box, often coming up with some interesting solutions.
Morality & Philosophy
If she can get away with it, she's probably done it.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Traveling the world with her companion, Tiffany seems intent on following a group called the Vistani. She takes a particular interest in the people who are granted invitations to entertain the Vistani, in a faraway country called Barovia.
Barovia has been wiped out of the history books for centuries, and few claim to have visited it. Tiffany knows the place, as does Melissa.
Hygiene
She's careful about her hygiene, especially around fellow people. She wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Melissa: a young wereraven woman who travels alongside her.
Her two adoptive mothers: residing still in the Feywild, they communicate through letters.
Stanley Fiere: a young man who was her first friend in the material realm, now her penpal on her travels.
Hobbies & Pets
She likes to pick up quirks and mannerisms from the people around her, tailoring these into various forms for her to use temporarily.
Speech
She speaks in rhythmic tones, her voice used more for whispers and bardic verses than common conversation.
A bard with a passion for getting herself into trouble, she thrives on chaos and mayhem.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
"Tiffany" is a nickname given to her by Stanley. Few people know her real name, and fewer still know her Feywild true title. To share names is a sign of unshakeable trust.
Age
21
Birthplace
Feywild
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Blue (currently)
Hair
Blonde (currently)
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5'5" (currently)
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Have you ever walked into a room and met a fae?
Not the friendly kind, but a foul Unseelie creature with gangly limbs and bleached skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, guttural and predatory? The kind that freezes you in place with its eyes. There's something terribly wrong with the eyes. You watch as it uncoils from the shadows. It's taller than it once looked. Part of you wonders how you didn't see it earlier.
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Blink.
It is hunched in the corner, head tilted to focus on you. The eyes glisten like black beetles, despite the lack of light in the room.
Blink.
It is in front of you, close enough to put out a hand and touch it. You can hear bones grinding as it reaches for you.
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No. It wants more than recognition from you this time. It tilts your head, exposing your neck.
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Have you then experienced a sudden loss, something feeding on your life source, a horrible absence of something important as you discover--that some Fae creatures feed on memories?
Have you?
Perhaps not. Let me rephrase the question.
Have you ever walked into a room and forgotten why you came in?
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