Little Miss Sunshine

Directory Information: Race: Draenei Class: Shaman Age: ~60 years old Eye Color: Bright blue Height: 6′4″ (Short for draenei) Body Shape: 218 lbs. (Sturdy, fit) Birthplace: Zangarmarsh, Draenor Residence: Travels

Additional Information: Pronunciation: “Seh-rah-merr-ish” Nickname: Little Cat Motto: “You don’t have to feel safe to feel unafraid.” Scars: The tip of her right horn is broken. Affiliations: Ebon Blade (?!) Vitality: Healthy and whole! Languages: Draenei, Common, Dwarven, Gutterspeak, Goblin, Kalimag

Personality Traits: Chaotic (13) > Lawful (7) Chaste (17) > Lustful (3) Forgiving(17) > Vindictive (3) Truthful (7) < Deceitful (13) Gentle (17) > Brutal (3) Cautious (13) > Impulsive (7) Swords (7) < Spells (13) Extroverted (17) > Introverted (3)

Physical Description: Her blue skin is bright, her glowing eyes sparkling and wide. Her face is - for a draenei - still plump and rounded, like that of a girl only reaching towards womanhood. Her right horn is about an inch shorter than her left, broken off from the look of it.

Her movements are marked with a coltish awkwardness. Around her neck hang several charms on leather cords or silver chains, all tangled up together in a clattering, attractively artless mess. She bears fewer tendril rings than most of the adults among her people - a single gold band at the base of her tail and two thin gold ones on her neck tendrils. The green lacquer armor she wears is adorned with golden links - appearing more suited to ritual or dance than fighting, and her gold-inlaid axes look decorative rather than useful. A faint scent of baked goods and peacebloom trails behind her.

((Commissioned Art by Dhalla: http://tinyurl.com/Xeremuriis ))

History: Those who frequented Stormwind's Canal Street over the last two years would have seen her sweeping up outside a baker's cart, or even at times selling the renowned baker's craved cupcakes before he sold the cart and moved to a fully mobile business model.

The young draenei has been seen of late at the rebel camp in Northern Stranglethorn, selling pastries and cupcakes from a gaily-painted traveling cart driven by a red-bearded dwarf.

Attendees of the Grinning Skull Market may recognize her as the cheerful companion to the shrouded man who sold esoteric wares for a time and was later rumored to run the fighting pits.

At First Glance:

Smells like...  A faint mix of baked goods and peacebloom.