<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Sherani Hara<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race:</span>Shifter (longtooth)<br/><br/><br/>Howdy, stranger! Couldn't help but notice you were checking me out from over there... Mind if I walk join ya for awhile? Name's Sherani, by the way.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span>Sorry? What for? Ah, I get it- you're upset 'cuz I caught you staring, eh? Don't worry about it, I get that all the time. Six feet of blue-eyed, red-haired beauty? Hell, I'd stare too. Not many gals like me around here, I can promise that. For one thing, none of the human girls can match these fiery red locks- one of the upshots of having a weretiger for a mom. Same goes for these stripes- way more appealing than the pasty white skin on all the other ladies here, don'tcha think? That's the trick to getting a guy's attention: be exotic. Give 'em something they're never seen before.<br/>Speaking of things you've never seen before... howzabout these babies? Line up every gal in Espen if ya want, 'cuz I guarantee they've got nothing on me. Even my mom thinks they're huge, and from her, that's something. In, fact I bet you'd have to go to the middle of Falteen to find a were who can top these gorgeous... Eh? Why are you blushing? You're not into THAT, are you?<br/>...<br/>What? NO! I'm talkin' about these wicked fangs, ya pervert! I've got half a mind to chomp ya for that... wait, wait, don't go! I'm just teasing, really! No way I'd eat a nice fella like you- I'm saving these for the bad guys.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Background/Motivation:</span>What do I mean, "bad guys?" Well, it's something I promised my dad way back when I was just a little girl growing up in the middle of Falteen. Soon as my stripes and fangs started growing in, he took me on his knee- I was a lot smaller then- and said to me, Sherani, you're a special kid. You gotta make sure you don't use your talents the wrong way. I said, whatcha mean? He told me, there's two three kinds o' people in the world: good ones, bad ones, and ones who don't give a damn one way or the other. Now, you've got too much going for you not to give a damn, so what's it gonna be? You gonna be a good one or a bad one?<br/>Well, of course I said I was gonna be one of the good ones- who wouldn't? And he said, that's good , 'cuz there's way too many bad ones in the world today. Folks who hunt just 'cuz they like to shoot things, folks who chop down trees so they can get some elbow room- my dad's a druid, could ya tell?- and worst of all, folks who steal from and hurt and kill everyone else, just 'cuz they can get away with it. I knew right then and there what it was I was supposed to do with my talents- find the bad folks and make sure they can't do any of that, ever again.<br/>But hey, I'm gettin' way too serious here. What say you finish that drink, pay your tab, and we go find someplace with some privacy? I see you're checkin' out my "fangs" again, and I got no problem with givin' a cutie like you a closer look...