If anyone is interested in a bond with a Chaotic Good Tiefling Bard, let me know as I'm seeking some for her. She's friendly and approachable, so virtually any and all can seek her out (granted they don't fear or hate her kind). :-)<br/><br/>Here is her background, if anyone's interested to read before making a decision:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Epiphany, Child of the Cursed Moon</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Description: </strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4e/8f/c4/4e8fc425cc55fdaca27cad147ea0b37a.jpg)</div>The Tiefling female stands tall and with a lithe figure that’s usually hidden behind layers of clothes. Her skin has the same crimson shade as her horns and is somewhat scaled, the tip of her pierced ears pointed ever so slightly. From her scalp falls long, dark red hair, the straight, silken locks ending near the middle of her back. She possesses almond shaped eyes which reside above tall cheekbones, both orbs of hers seem to harbour a bright yellow hue – they emit kindness and optimism; not a single word or action of hatred can kill the hope in her spheres. Her nose, being slightly upturned, only adds to the charm of her face. A big, wide smile on her prominent lips on a small mouth, only adds to the bubbly charm that this Tiefling seems to carry no matter which situation she’s in. Epiphany seems to have adapted freckles from her human ancestors – the small, pigmented dots are spread across her face like drops of paint sprayed across a canvas. Her chin is small, her jawline connecting to the rest of her face with soft edges. She’s got wide hips and a medium-sized bust. She’s usually seen wearing simplistic dresses in all shades accompanied by an instrument of choice being either a lyre, lute or viol as well as a small book to take notes or scribble impromptu lyrics in. Despite being her cheerful self, she often intimidates people with her looks. Her singing voice has been described as many to be ‘like notes of a flute carried through the winds of a storm’ – powerful, yet light.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory: </strong><br/>Two decades ago, underneath a blood moon and in a cramped room placed within the alleys of thieves and rogues, sounded the cries of a newborn baby girl. Feared even among her own, only wanted by her mother, the Tiefling infant was soon given a title that could outrank even her father, a notorious and evil captain living his dream sailing the seas and stealing from those unlucky enough to come across him and his crew of dishonourable men and women. Her title, Child of the Cursed Moon, would render her abandoned by the captain, a man so worried about his treasures and life that he chose to leave with a promise of no return. Alas, he blamed her entirely for letting a curse befall their only child. <br/><br/>The rumours spread like wildfire. The fear grew to intense hatred. Even with a name such as Epiphany, her mother could not protect herself and the child from the wrath that was soon to meet them everywhere they went. Forced to flee, they found themselves on boat after boat in a desperate attempt to flee far away from the rumours of a cursed newborn. <br/><br/>Epiphany grew up in a human village, raised by her mother and blissfully unaware of the alleged curse. After years of hard, honest and lawful work, her mother had put her life as an adventurer on the shelf to care for her child. She managed to secure a place as an innkeeper despite the many distrusting eyes and whisperers – but it came with a price. No human dared set foot in a tavern run by a Tiefling, and so it quickly became a haven for the outcasts of society; a den filled with gambling, illegal trades and criminals drinking and brawling. Despite having her dreams crushed, the single mother was forced to keep the tavern going for the future of her child; she knew that a life in poverty would only thrust Epiphany into the arms of evil.<br/><br/>Determined to see her offspring rise above the unfortunate fate she had been given, the Tiefling mother let her daughter experience the criminal acts that took place at nearly every table, hoping it would create the same disgust that she herself had developed long ago. Her wish came true, as it was not the unlawful business of the tavern that caught her daughter’s attention, but rather the entertainers filling the room with joy and life, night after night. Her love for music and poetry grew stronger for each day passing, and from the moment she could work, she would help her mother around the tavern until she had saved up for a lyre; an instrument that would soon become her very best friend. Travelling bards would teach her other instruments, and in time she would learn to master not only the lyre, but also the lute and viol. Epiphany became her mother’s pride and joy, seeing how her daughter had stayed on the righteous path in life…<br/><br/>… But the tavern life wasn’t enough for the red haired Tiefling. Although being rather lithe and thus unable to defend herself through physical strength, the kind-looking female with crimson skin and eyes possessing a golden tint had decided on becoming a travelling bard, performing for adventurers on the road despite knowing she’d be met with suspicion and rejection – but with a bubbly personality and endless optimism, she had convinced herself that she would take the world by storm.<br/></div></div>