Name: Tsonea Farlend
Age: 17
Gender: F
Status: Noble
Class: Dancer...?
Element: Wind
Guild: None
Hair: Blonde with Light Pink streaks
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5"3'
Weight: 124 lbs.
Clothing: She wears a small, unbuttoned private school-like jacket with a lacy white undershirt beneath the jacket. She wears a longer, black skirt and high socks with nice shoes.
Personality: She's very meek, preferring to stay alone than with others. She often assumes that people have it out for her, and throws accusations in fear. In short: total cinnamon bun.
Skills: Amazing at hiding, and has a knack for making people feel guilty. She's equipped with a bit of Wind magic, but hardly uses it at all. While she isn't helping Emma run her tavern, she practices her dancing... with her shadow.
Weaknesses: Too good at hiding, and often assumes it is the best strategy to run off and shut yourself away. Her hiding would be more effective if she didn't whimper like a puppy when in hiding.
Pokemon:
Shekeka (Maractus)
Ability: Chlorophyll
Personality: Enthusiastic, often helps Tsonea make decisions when she can't think straight. A couple shakes from her and you'll wanna groove.
Background: 5 years ago, Tsonea's family was sent into battle in one of many wars, and her parents were killed in battle. She was an only child, so she was the only eligible heir at the mere age of 12. She couldn't handle the pressure, so she fled to a separate part of the kingdom, leaving House Farlend unattended, ripe for the taking. About 3 years later, her uncle took control as the only remaining relative of the old house rulers. He dragged the house's name through the dirt, leaving Tsonea ashamed, hiding even further. Eventually, she found a building in the forest and ran in out of fear. She was surrounded by many figures, most bigger and burlier than her, and they all stared. But of course, the one behind the counter whistled her over. Meekly approaching, she met Emma, took shelter with her, and stayed ever since.