<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/ETC%20RP%20STUFF/Altered%20Pictures/889d02c0-b998-457a-93e9-db584305c479_zpsbw1kvxgy.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Carlotta Luna<br/><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Bunny Girl / Illusionist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Any, Carlotta is not the type to go up and make friends *hint hint*<br/><hr/><br/>Carlotta's former master was an ass, and one day she would find the magic to literally turn him in to one.  At least that’s what she vowed before the Alchemist Blythe and the small gaggle of five that watched her ass get tossed out on to the street.<br/><br/>One day she’d show him, oh yes!<br/><br/>But how the hell would she do that?<br/><br/>A child born in a dark, damp hole to family of peasant rabbit-folk, middle child of a litter of twenty three, and a disgraced apprentice!  Some pedigree she had!<br/>With only a few more coins to her name and no formal education (unless teaching one’s self to read using stolen children’s books and old ledgers counted) and dimwits for parents, Carlotta didn’t really have many leads as to where to find awesome spells and power.<br/><br/>Her life as an apprentice was supposed to change everything!  Finding Blythe and convincing him that she was worth his time had taken two years, and it only lasted five months.<br/>OOOOOH!  She could just smash his head in!<br/>She could feel her anger bubbling up again, threatening to escape her in the form of a scream and shout.  Carlotta promptly decided she could use a drink.<br/><br/>Luckily she was approaching Amberdale.  It was just as well.  Carlotta was getting tired of having to search for holes and nooks to keep shelter in.  A nice bed would be a wonderful change of scenery.<br/>Perhaps a bard or a fellow traveller could point her in the right direction!  Either way this new place was going to be a good thing.<br/><br/>Whenever Carlotta stepped in to a town she never failed to catch an eye or two.  As pleasant as her features may have been, it was never her face that caught attention but her hat.  For many humans who usually stood over five feet and an inch, the very first thing they see at eye level was a pointy had moving about, then her unusual ears bobbing up and down with every step she took.  Then a little further down was a full bodied coat darting around with tiny legs and bright red hair.<br/>Although the most impressive thing about the sight was the ornate staff she carried with her.<br/><br/>Carlotta’s pace was always quick and nervous, as if she was always late.  Her search for the inn was no different.  The town was small enough, so not much hurrying needed to be done.<br/>Timidly she shuffled in to the inn and went up to the in keep.<br/>“How much for a room?” She asked, trying her best not too look the part of a nervous bunny that could be taken advantage of.