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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Charlotte trots in from somewhere in the back. Her hands are full with a few odds and ends, decorations for the bar, and a tray of napkins and silverware. "Roll up time" she muttered under her breath. She glanced up at the bar and noticed Willow was around. Her smile widened and she dipped her head to the girl.

"Good morning - if you need any help, just let me know. I should be around for a bit!"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@The Fated Fallen you stalking me? :p lol <3

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

She hummed a happy tune as she worked behind the bar, finally pouring that beautiful cup of steamy goodness and setting it in front of Alex. She poured herself a cup and then one for Dorian.

"I'll be around if you need me!"

She made her way around the bar, her big behind bumping into things here and there, but for the most part everything made it out alive. Carrying a cup in each hand, she disappeared into the clutter and clank of the inn.

She had so many things to do today, cleaning wise, getting the nameless in tip top shape - she only hoped the coffee would fuel her for the long haul.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Sadly, I've got to begin my day :p I'll be around later though! :)

I'm so excited about this lol

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Post edited to answer Cash >.<

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

"Of course, Sunshine!", she called over to Alex with a grin.

Coffee was exactly what they all needed, herself include. The difference was, when she made coffee...it was like the world was made right. She'd throw in a pinch of mocha, a pinch of cinnamon and warmed the milk just right, the foam on top looking like fluffy clouds.

"You want a cup too, boss?" She called out to Dorian's office

She glanced to Cash and winked. "I'm not, so don't go telling him my drinks are better!"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

She followed through the door, pulling her hair behind her in a braid as to not upet the cleanliness standards.

Chuckling softly at Alex's words, she grabbed an apron from behind the counter, and hurried over to the patron.

"One 'Dwarf Toss' coming right up." She may not be a bartender, but her skills at improvising come in quite handy from time to time. It was as if she was the flash! An exaggeration of course, but it didn't take her very long to set an ash trey in front of the man, followed by his drink only seconds later.

"I can see if the chef is around if you're hungry", she smiled warmly at the man

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

I know it's kind of long. I hope it's ok!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Charlotte Belmonte

"Keep smiling, and one day life will get tired of upsetting you."
She is a ginger, with big hazel green eyes, a face full of freckles and a smile that endures. She’s not as scrawny as she once was. Her body certainly filled out over the years to include womanly curves, and plump in places that would only add to her sense of genuineness. She is 5’5” and about 140lbs. No model mind you, but solidly built with a plain, yet very pretty face. She usually wears her hair pulled back in a loose braid so that it doesn’t end up in someone’s food or face.

Age
27

Gender
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Middle class - her clothes are far from rags, decent material, very few trinkets/jewelry can be seen on her, save for a simple gold ring hanging on a cord around her neck.

Power Descriptions:
There is something about her that just exudes positivity. She doesn’t light up a room necessarily but whenever people are around her, they feel calm and happy. (at least it keeps the customers coming back). Whether it is something supernatural about her or just in the way she carries herself isn’t known.

Skills:
She is very good with people, and her voice - like angels in a choir.

Personality:
they say the eyes are the window to one's soul. Her eyes may not portray much, but they do let on that she is more than what her smile leaves others to believe. Either way, she does her best to convey a positive attitude and a cheerful disposition. A constant accessory to every outfit and hat she wears is her contagious smile. she is is a bit of an extrovert, bold and strong willed. She simply feels that her problems are nothing compared to the suffering of others. You cannot judge a book by its cover, and she won't pretend to know the lives of each person that sits at her table, so instead of focusing on the bad, she does her best to bring the light out in everyone, and in all situations.

Biography:
Charlotte was born into a lower middle class family. Her mother was a seamstress, and her father was a merchant. She was the middle child of three, with an older brother and a younger sister. Her sister died at a tender age of 5, there was a sickness that swept through the town. Being the frail girl she was, she didn't survive past the winter.

At the age of 21, it was arranged for Charlotte to marry into a much wealthier family. But being the vibrant and stubborn child that she was, she wouldn't have it. For months, argument after argument ensued, screaming matches and broken vases - Charlotte wanted to marry for love and no other reason. She wanted to marry the blacksmith's son, Gavin. And that was that.

Wars ravaged the border towns, both Gavin and Charlotte's brother were called to arms. They were married in secret two weeks before he left.

Three years passed by with no word. And the town, the whole world it seemed, moved on. Charlotte's mother was devastated when she learned the news of their elopement, cursing her daughter, explaining that she had ruined any chance of having a better life. And with that, she left.

She spent the next three years traveling, whether it was to find Gavin, or to find herself, she didn't know. She'd pass through the nameless tavern quite often, and when she finally grew tired of her travels, it seemed the best place to settle, at least for the moment. At least until her next adventure swept her off her feet.

Likes:
Card games
Music
Good food/drink

Dislikes:
Bullies
Labels and social norms (having to fit in)
Stale ale

Fears:
Death
Failing herself

Weaknesses:
Pie -all flavors
Books -particularly adventure spiced with romance

Other:
Suppose you're just going to have to find out.

Theme Song:
If I die young - The Band Perry

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Never in her life had she been part of such a dysfunctional group. The anger and animosity, the arrogance and selfishness .... shadows slowly began creeping up around her, and her eyes - the gold ring around them nearly enveloped all the green. Emitting a low growl, she stepped in front of Robert, coming toe to toe with the man. Her eyes, those eyes, the look she gave him would've sent any man crawling under a rock. There was certainly something not human in them.

"Does it fucking look like this group wants to throw away their lives for gold?! Do you think, that after fighting the demon we fought last night, we want to parade off on some fool's errand to fight a dragon for gold and glory? Oh, that's right - you have no fucking clue as to what dangers nearly ran this town into the ground, you fumbled around the bar that night like a drunken idiot and expected to be applauded for killing a demon that 3 of us nearly got ourselves killed taking down."

Thick swirls of black snaked around her calves. The anger that grew inside seemed to seep out of every pore, choking the air around them. There was a rumbling sound from no where in particular, as if her emotions were shared by the very earth itself. She turned to face the rest of the group, a look of determination sat within her eyes, which now were a sparkling topaz. "So we're going up there to retrieve an artifact that may very well destroy the demons. If this artifact can do what it's rumored to do, then we have no choice but to adventure into the mountains and retrieve it. We can certainly use the cunning and efficiency of a gnome. And I wasn't able to witness your battle, Durin, but if your wounds were any indication of your bravery and skill, the fact alone that you were able to survive against one of those things ... I would be lying if I said we'd be able to make it without every one of you." Her eyes lingered over each of them for a short time, pondering their likelihood of success. With a weary voice, she turned to Siegfried and said "You are not the only one who has suffered, who has had to live day to day in fear of their life or the lives of those around them... or what they've become or what they had to endure and what it has turned them into. Look around you. Do these really look like the kind of people that are going to jump into a fight just because? Look at what has become of this town - it's in shambles. Where were -you- the last couple of days when guards and civilians were losing their lives to demons that nearly lit the entire town aflame? Or does nobody give a shit?" Her demeanor eventually smoothing over, the shadows dissipated as a cool breeze brushed past them. She paused a moment, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Upon opening them, they returned to their normal shade of green, just a sliver of gold surrounding them.

"This isn't my town- this isn't my home, and I don't necessarily fight for it, but I did not come to this place to die. I don't know exactly what is going on, but I know that what we fought last night .... whatever it is, whatever is going on, it's not over yet. And it will devour us whole if we don't stop it. We go as a group, and that is final. You each have a half hour to get your shit together and then we leave."

With that, Isabeau turned on her heal and started for the smithy. She was done playing games, she was done dealing with adolescent tantrums and holier than thou attitudes. Time was of the essence, and they couldn't afford to waste a single moment more on bickering and pointless banter. And if they decided to ignore her? Well ... she would figure it out. She was done running. Years ago, she would've been content to just leave, sneak away when no one was looking and save her own hide. Run away and live to fight another day - that was her motto. Anything to preserve the life she was so comfortable living. But life itself, that was the only thing that mattered now. Whatever happened after, she would deal with then. Right now, there was something calling to her. A purpose, a freedom she had never possessed but was desperate to achieve.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity @Jon Y @The Fated Fallen @Dragoknighte @Belwicket @KazeXDZ @boomlover