<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">~:Cinnamon Tart:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i50.tinypic.com/350wkfa.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Whoever's yelling the loudest, or by retrospect, whomever's going to hurt her the least.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br/><br/><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> A short creature, Cinnamon's hair is well, cinnamon in shade and cropped short so that it comes even with her chin; lighter shades flirting through the dark.  Her eyes are umber, ruddy, like the color of coffee too long in the pot and her complexion is pale, though it doesn't often seem the case beneath the lights of the Queen's Castle.  A whopping four feet and eight inches, the creature is short, delectably so and more than just a little spry, with full hips and perky breasts good for bouncing on Italian leather sofas.  Not to mention that short skirt, long jacket she pulls off rather well.  Heels only help add to her height.<br/><br/><strong>Domicile:</strong> Room 233 of the Queen's Castle.<br/><br/><strong>Personification:</strong> She's also one of the least likely to enjoy her job (as it is her first week) and dreams of a world of blue skies; the sort she's only read about in books and someone who'll save her from the hands of Mother's enforcers.  Cinnamon does her best not to go above the second floor of the castle; that way she's never seen first to be selected and still far enough away to avoid all but the very worst of her mother's rants.  She also tends to....run....a lot, which doesn't speak very well for her future and in fact, there are those who have warned her that she won't have a very long future at all unless she steps up and acts right.<br/><br/><strong>Vices:</strong>  Cotton candy, cherry lip gloss, chocolate milk and vodka.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Confused, very very confused.<br/><br/><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br/><em>Queen:</em> My mother...is not my friend.<br/><em>Gryphon:</em> You terrify me.  They told me what happens when you come.<br/><em>Knave:</em> ... <br/><em>Hare:</em> ... </span>