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Description
Name: Ana, aka 'Runt'
Gender: female
Race: human
Age: 15.
Height: short. 5'2" with her shoes on. 5' with out.
Weight: 87 pounds.
Hair: dyed black.
Eyes: Steel grey.
Build: lean like a dancers.

Description: Short, sweet and plays with posions snakes like they were kittens. She has black leather pant's that a low cut, held up by a black belt. A white top with the sleeves torn off on top of a black leather corset. A neaklace from her mother that she keeps hidden under her shirts. Its a pink crystal that fades to white at it's tip, the crystal itself kinda clear, wraped with a silver chainand hanging from a simple cord. she has a black leather coat which dips just past the belt on her pants. Likes the color black if you couldn't tell. Her hair is just past shoulder length. She has sensible black leather boots, good for walking quietly and for running on a tight rope.

Abilities:
Contorchionest: She can flex, bend and basically make her self a pretzel. She could fit in a suitcase and be happy.
Dancing: She was the Snake dancer of her troupe. Waltz, cha-cha, Congo... You name it she can learn it and do it.
hand to hand fighting: Her main (see only) way of defending herself at this time..
Snake charming/handeling: She loves snakes. Snakes love her.
Few Fears: She was a circus preformer. She got used to the hights(tight rope), fire(father), drowning (magic assistant) and other basic things. Althou she isn't that fond of small creepy crawly bugs.

Bag: A basic anti-venom(refreshes it when necessary), black hair dye, light sleeping roll/blanket, change of clothing, small tinder kit, 10' light rope, basic traveling things. She's used to moving from city to city. Oh and currently a little grass snake that hitched a ride on her way to Blackstone.

Goals: To travel more or find another troupe to travel with. To have a familer white cobra or just one that never leaves her.

Other: Interesting history in short Ana's mother is/was a contortionist for a circus troupe, where she met an elf, got knocked up and had Ana.

Actuality being... the Margaret's Minagery traveling circus troupe, consisting of no rings, cramped traveling wagons and the left overs of the freak shows, was made up of carnies. Or the children of carnies. Or just plain freaky people that while good hearted can't find another place to work/live. Which is how her father met/joined them.

As he was trying to 'hide out' from 'persons unknown' and felt that he might bring something new to the preformances. His skill was that of the fire breather, the star preformer.

He was put in charge of cleaning up after the mounts for a few years to straiten out his thinking. And then he was promptly forced thru the rankings. And loathed every moment of it. Then he met her mother.

Her mother, Amaltha, was the contorchionest at the time and was getting over a relationship gone bad. He romanced her and pulled out every book in the trick. and when that didn't work he asked her mother. The swave devil.

Ana was born soon after.

Ana's hight aquired her the nick name Runt. She likes it, but not when used as an insult. She was also banned all things that had pockets at the age of 3 until she was 8. Apparently her mother didn't like her forgetting about the little snakes she would find, put in her pocket, and promptly forget.

As she grew up, (aside from being taught how to walk a tight rope and other various circus things) her mother taught her the art of bending ones body into a pretzel. While her fatehr taught her how to handel and work with the snakes that she loved. The ringless master decided to have her learn dancing and arobics as well. Hoping, and eventually succeeding, in making her the Snake Dancer of the troupe.

Eventually the troupe decided it was best to settle down. The war starting to be too much for them, with all the people frightened they were not abel to survive as they once had. Ana, how ever, did not feel comfortable settling down. which is how she finds herself in Blackstone.

Sample:
It's just after sunset and Ana is still fumbling around in her bag for her tinder kit. Her face close to the opening and muttering the whole time, as she now has no light to clearly see by.

"come out come out where every you ar- oh!" She jerks her face away for her bag and looks at it with an arched eyebrow as a little grass snake peeks out of it.

"hello there, how on earth did you get in there?" She says to it as she slowly moves her hand close enough to it so that it could taste her.

The little snake pulls back a little, then leans forward and licks her finger tips before nuzzling them.

"Hmm... You wouldn't happen to know where my tinder kit is, now would you?" She says as the little snake slithers around her wrist and makes it's self at home. As she put's the bag down to pet the snake, the tinder kit falls out of one of two pockets on the front of the bag. As she swears at it and starts to make a fire, the little snake just snuggels around her wrist and takes a nap.

Description
Name: Ana, aka 'Runt'
Gender: female
Race: human
Age: 15.
Height: short. 5'2" with her shoes on. 5' with out.
Weight: 87 pounds.
Hair: dyed black.
Eyes: Steel grey.
Build: lean like a dancers.

Description: Short, sweet and plays with posions snakes like they were kittens. She has black leather pant's that a low cut, held up by a black belt. A white top with the sleeves torn off on top of a black leather corset. A neaklace from her mother that she keeps hidden under her shirts. Its a pink crystal that fades to white at it's tip, the crystal itself kinda clear, wraped with a silver chainand hanging from a simple cord. she has a black leather coat which dips just past the belt on her pants. Likes the color black if you couldn't tell. Her hair is just past shoulder length. She has sensible black leather boots, good for walking quietly and for running on a tight rope.

Abilities:
Contorchionest: She can flex, bend and basically make her self a pretzel. She could fit in a suitcase and be happy.
Dancing: She was the Snake dancer of her troupe. Waltz, cha-cha, Congo... You name it she can learn it and do it.
hand to hand fighting: Her main (see only) way of defending herself at this time..
Snake charming/handeling: She loves snakes. Snakes love her.
Few Fears: She was a circus preformer. She got used to the hights(tight rope), fire(father), drowning (magic assistant) and other basic things. Althou she isn't that fond of small creepy crawly bugs.

Bag: A basic anti-venom(refreshes it when necessary), black hair dye, light sleeping roll/blanket, change of clothing, small tinder kit, 10' light rope, basic traveling things. She's used to moving from city to city. Oh and currently a little grass snake that hitched a ride on her way to Blackstone.

Goals: To travel more or find another troupe to travel with. To have a familer white cobra or just one that never leaves her.

Other: Interesting history in short Ana's mother is/was a contortionist for a circus troupe, where she met an elf, got knocked up and had Ana.

Actuality being... the Margaret's Minagery traveling circus troupe, consisting of no rings, cramped traveling wagons and the left overs of the freak shows, was made up of carnies. Or the children of carnies. Or just plain freaky people that while good hearted can't find another place to work/live. Which is how her father met/joined them.

As he was trying to 'hide out' from 'persons unknown' and felt that he might bring something new to the preformances. His skill was that of the fire breather, the star preformer.

He was put in charge of cleaning up after the mounts for a few years to straiten out his thinking. And then he was promptly forced thru the rankings. And loathed every moment of it. Then he met her mother.

Her mother, Amaltha, was the contorchionest at the time and was getting over a relationship gone bad. He romanced her and pulled out every book in the trick. and when that didn't work he asked her mother. The swave devil.

Ana was born soon after.

Ana's hight aquired her the nick name Runt. She likes it, but not when used as an insult. She was also banned all things that had pockets at the age of 3 until she was 8. Apparently her mother didn't like her forgetting about the little snakes she would find, put in her pocket, and promptly forget.

As she grew up, (aside from being taught how to walk a tight rope and other various circus things) her mother taught her the art of bending ones body into a pretzel. While her fatehr taught her how to handel and work with the snakes that she loved. The ringless master decided to have her learn dancing and arobics as well. Hoping, and eventually succeeding, in making her the Snake Dancer of the troupe.

Eventually the troupe decided it was best to settle down. The war starting to be too much for them, with all the people frightened they were not abel to survive as they once had. Ana, how ever, did not feel comfortable settling down. which is how she finds herself in Blackstone.

Sample:
It's just after sunset and Ana is still fumbling around in her bag for her tinder kit. Her face close to the opening and muttering the whole time, as she now has no light to clearly see by.

"come out come out where every you ar- oh!" She jerks her face away for her bag and looks at it with an arched eyebrow as a little grass snake peeks out of it.

"hello there, how on earth did you get in there?" She says to it as she slowly moves her hand close enough to it so that it could taste her.

The little snake pulls back a little, then leans forward and licks her finger tips before nuzzling them.

"Hmm... You wouldn't happen to know where my tinder kit is, now would you?" She says as the little snake slithers around her wrist and makes it's self at home. As she put's the bag down to pet the snake, the tinder kit falls out of one of two pockets on the front of the bag. As she swears at it and starts to make a fire, the little snake just snuggels around her wrist and takes a nap.