Name: Anya( On-Ya)<br/>Age:21<br/>Appearance:<br/>Anya is 5'7" and has a slender blody with the curves that makes men go crazy.She has medium length black hair, and emerald green eyes. She normally wears a normal plain white and blue dress that goes all the way down to her feet, making her have to hold the dress up so she doesn't step on it.<br/><br/><br/>Anya had risen early. Earlier then the morning roosters crowing. She had much to do, much to prepare for especially with the arrival of the trader. There was much rumor about that, the biggest being that he was a beast more than a man. Even with these rumors and whispers running around she found the man ask the more alluring , and that much more attractive.<br/><br/>It had been mamy moons since she last saw the trader and was determined to find out more about this mysterious man...beast..whatever he may be. She found herself scrubbing away at one of the many tables within the inn she currently owned with her mother, for her father had passed away three winters ago. Soon a gust of wind billowed into the inn and blew her hair back and out of her face as a small child came running in and a sequel and smile of pleasure on their face. "Marcus what is this, coming in like that?" She demanded then stuffed the rag into a pocket in her dress.<br/><br/>"The trader is here! The trader is here!" He shrieked excitedly. "He has so many interesting things! You must see Anya you must come and see!" He went to her began to tug on her arm in an attempt to drag her out of her work.<br/><br/>"I'm sure he will make his way over here eventually Marcus, I must continue washing the tables down, before customers come bustling in, now shoo. You can bring him over if your so excited." She said and she shooed him out of the inn and stayed on the porch for a few moments watching the child run down the street.