That's one hell of a half-orc. :O<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=643971<br/><br/>Lyssa Firebeard, adopted daughter of a dwarf, cleric of good times, and all around lovable scamp!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/nwn__mirri_the_halfling_by_drathe-d3evk6b_zps9aa62f26.png)<br/>&lt;Description&gt;<br/>Lyssa Firebeard is a rather striking young halfling woman, standing at the average 3 feet tall for her people, and weighing a few dozen pounds soaking wet. The rest of her is very unlike a halfling though, suggesting a mixed heritage . . . perhaps a bit of human, or fey a generation or two back? Her skin is fairly pale, and her hair is a vibrant firey red. Though generally pulled up into a high ponytail, when loose it's quite silky and smooth, and reaches clear down to her pert bottom. Her eyes are a startling amber color, an she has a pair of pointy ears and a cute button nose . . . and a bright and wide smile that absolutely makes it seem like she's up to something sneaky! Her build is quite thin, and her breasts are modest, the rough equivalent of smaller A-cups of a normal-sized human. Her thighs are slim, and her bottom is firm and (in her own words) perfect for bouncing a gold piece off of. Another oddity for a halfling is the lack of bushy hair on the top of her feet, and in fact her feet are particularly soft . . . though she hasn't been traveling about barefoot for years like the halfling caravaneers! She prefers soft colored comfortable clothes, and a good pair of comfy boots, though she goes nowhere without her deep green cloak clasped with a silver bird clutching a rose, her holy symbol.<br/><br/>&lt;Description&gt;<br/>Lyssa Firebeard is a 'good girl', first and foremost. She is kind, generous, and caring. Of course, this just makes her razor-sharp wit and habit of poking fun at people all the more surprising. Years of hanging about with rough and tumble sailor's have given her a bit of a potty mouth, and she loves to sing bawdy song with the best of them. Dancing is another of her favored passtimes, and she's more than capable of doing an elegant waltz, or a steamy lapdance, depending on what she thinks will grab more attention at that particular moment! She is honest when she needs to be, a liar when she wants to be, and is generally always up to something sneaky. Deep down though, she's not nearly as confident as she appears. Half-forgotten nightmares of her life before meeting her foster father still wake her up at nights, prompting her to seek out someone warm and comforting to share her bed with, and occasionally a partner might wake up to find her sobbing in her sleep. As long as she's surrounded by people she cares for, and that care for her, she's a bright and shining beacon and happy and fearlessness . . . but when she's all alone, she gets quiet and contemplative, and either finds a way to stop being alone or throws herself into books to distract herself.<br/><br/>&lt;History&gt;<br/>Lyssa Firebeard is an oddity in the little coastal town she grew up in. Despite being a full-blooded halfling, when she first arrived in town she was trailing along behind an absolute bear of a dwarf a beard so red it looked like it was made of fire! That man was Roark Firebeard, a former adventurer of some repute that decided to settle down and start a family, as well as open up his own smithy. Well, needless to say he was an odd duck, and his version of starting a family was to pick up an orphaned halfling child with hair as brilliantly red as his and take her off on an adventure!<br/><br/>Regardless, in the end they settled in the small part town after a long boat trip, and began to live their lives in peace. The young girl (much to her adoptive father's dismay) found herself pulled towards the performance arts rather than blacksmithing, and proved to have quite a talent for dance and song, even moreso than her gifts at using her hands to help Roark in the forge. BOTH were surprised however when she heard The Call of a deity, Shelyn the patron goddess of the arts and love in all it's forms. Lyssa went from orphan, to trainee blacksmith, to wannabe bard, to cleric, all in less than a decade! She's become quite the darling on the port tavern scene, singing bawdy tunes along with the neverending stream of sailors, dancing the night away and caring for those who came to port sick with her divine magic (among other things). Finally though, her halfling nature has gotten to her, and she's begun to feel the stirrings of wanderlust. Lately she's been eyeing the various adventurers that come into town from time to time, wondering if they could use a healer or a minstrel on their journeys . . .<br/></div></div>