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Given Name: Sashin Ylladi
Chosen Name: Tiffany
Aliases: ‘Tiff’
Titles: Lady of Iron
Age: 451
Race: Night elf
Marital Status: Single

Outward Demeanor: Cras, blunt, and forward. Touch anything in her shop that’s liable to get you killed and she’ll let you know.
Notable Personality Traits:  
Passionate | Likes working with things that could kill her | Prideful | Adrenalin-junkie
Likes: 
Making a sale | Saunas and hot-springs | People who speak their mind | Repeat customers
Dislikes: 
Customers that are “just browsing” | Mud and ash | Haggling prices | People dying in her shop | Digging

Sexuality: Yes

Occupation: Blacksmith
Wealth: Modest
Home: A simple well-cluttered shop near the stables.
Weapons:
Blacksmith hammer, and a pair of battle-axes

This one is linked because is huge
This one too

Accent/Dialect: Picked up several Drawven mannerisms in her travels, accent included.
Decent singing voice, tho.
Laughter: Deep, hearty, and throaty
Hair Color & Style: Black, often tied-back or covered
Eye Color & Shape: Fiery amber ovals with a flicker of red when visibly angered
Face: Sharply pointed ears that go with her chin, but a stubby little nose
Physical Build: Stocky, but buffed and polished to perfection
Skin Complexion & Color: Soot and shop-grime covered purple… sometimes mistaken for a pitch-black drow.
Height: 5’ 9” Weight: 135 lbs
Scent/Perfume: Smells of copper, iron, fire, and slow-roasted mahogany.


Racial Abilities & Traits: 
Ages gracefully (ish), skin tends to glow rather than blushing

Strengths:
Her heightened vision helps with heat-treating and she can hear the different metallurgical properties of metals when struck by a hammer.

Weaknesses:
Although she works with iron… it’s still not good for her to walk around covered in metal-filings.
Although she’s inherently strong, prolonged working-hours often leave her feeling utterly spent and exhausted.


Takes offense to being mistaken for a drow.
Not used to being looked down upon, and would rather people who did take their presence and business elsewhere.

Whenever she isn’t busy blacksmithing, or needs to make herself ‘socially presentable’ she tends to take a dip in the local wharf to scrub the soot off since her workshed doesn’t have a shower.

Tiff actually does have money, she just constantly re-invests it in tools and materials rather than upping her social-status directly. Her total wares on display are actually expensive enough to bankrupt a small country…. In addition to probably killing anyone who so much as leans against them.

Also, is actually a half-elf… kinda why she left in the first place to study. Problem is a person like herself doesn’t fit in with dwarves….

Here we go with an elf that works with iron for a living... which she is allergic to... and speaks in a quaint irish/scottish/cockney-something accent.

Kinda lazily recycling a character nearly verbatim (so the format doesn't quite match), but for the change in scenery.

Given Name: Sashin Ylladi
Chosen Name: Tiffany
Aliases: ‘Tiff’
Titles: Lady of Iron
Age: 451
Race: Night elf
Marital Status: Single

Outward Demeanor: Cras, blunt, and forward. Touch anything in her shop that’s liable to get you killed and she’ll let you know.
Notable Personality Traits:  
Passionate | Likes working with things that could kill her | Prideful | Adrenalin-junkie
Likes: 
Making a sale | Saunas and hot-springs | People who speak their mind | Repeat customers
Dislikes: 
Customers that are “just browsing” | Mud and ash | Haggling prices | People dying in her shop | Digging

Sexuality: Yes

Occupation: Blacksmith
Wealth: Modest
Home: A simple well-cluttered shop near the stables.
Weapons:
Blacksmith hammer, and a pair of battle-axes

This one is linked because is huge
This one too

Accent/Dialect: Picked up several Drawven mannerisms in her travels, accent included.
Decent singing voice, tho.
Laughter: Deep, hearty, and throaty
Hair Color & Style: Black, often tied-back or covered
Eye Color & Shape: Fiery amber ovals with a flicker of red when visibly angered
Face: Sharply pointed ears that go with her chin, but a stubby little nose
Physical Build: Stocky, but buffed and polished to perfection
Skin Complexion & Color: Soot and shop-grime covered purple… sometimes mistaken for a pitch-black drow.
Height: 5’ 9” Weight: 135 lbs
Scent/Perfume: Smells of copper, iron, fire, and slow-roasted mahogany.


Racial Abilities & Traits: 
Ages gracefully (ish), skin tends to glow rather than blushing

Strengths:
Her heightened vision helps with heat-treating and she can hear the different metallurgical properties of metals when struck by a hammer.

Weaknesses:
Although she works with iron… it’s still not good for her to walk around covered in metal-filings.
Although she’s inherently strong, prolonged working-hours often leave her feeling utterly spent and exhausted.


Takes offense to being mistaken for a drow.
Not used to being looked down upon, and would rather people who did take their presence and business elsewhere.

Whenever she isn’t busy blacksmithing, or needs to make herself ‘socially presentable’ she tends to take a dip in the local wharf to scrub the soot off since her workshed doesn’t have a shower.

Tiff actually does have money, she just constantly re-invests it in tools and materials rather than upping her social-status directly. Her total wares on display are actually expensive enough to bankrupt a small country…. In addition to probably killing anyone who so much as leans against them.

Also, is actually a half-elf… kinda why she left in the first place to study. Problem is a person like herself doesn’t fit in with dwarves….

Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home
Skin made of iron, steel in our bones...

Note: I urge you not to find and count all the hidden memes... there's a lot of them.

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