Tasha

So, my original concept with Tasha was this:  Sort of a streetwise kid, good with working people over for money, telling their "fortunes", relieving them of their purses, and doing anything to survive.  She likes to hang back, watch, listen, learn, and she uses knowledge as a currency.  I tried to pick contracts that reflected that kind of living.  Tasha isn't combative, if she can run, she will, or if she can make you think she's running away, she will, but she might come back and slice your hamstring while stealing your wallet.  She'd use the information in the wallet, names, addresses, account numbers, as well as she'd use the hard cash in it.  She's a survivalist from a long line of petty thieves, cutthroats and con artists.

Since I knew little about the Hedge, and the C:TL lore, when I made the char, I was focusing on how she could be now, leaving the Fae time as a blurry memory.  She was the daughter of a Lebanese family, posing as Gypsy fortune tellers on the boardwalk of Seaside point.  She was taken by the Fae at age 7, when wandering around, bored, in a crowd, unsupervised.  They put her to work in a Fae carnival, telling fortunes, almost mechanically, in the sideshow.  Think of a little kid trapped in one of those freaky Mme. Zoltan machines, sitting in one position all the time, staring into some magic crystal ball.  You look into that ball enough, and it will eventually start looking back at you.  God knows what it was made out of, out there in Fae.  Tasha's eyes still reflect the luminous magic she absorbed from the ball, and her arms and fingers grew long and reedy, from holding it.  To the humans, she keeps the rest of her appearance very low key, able to dress up or down, and blend into crowds, or stand out and get attention.  Her eyes are still very unusual, they've turned from big black doe eyes, to multi colored bright hazel, which looks somewhat unusual in her darker complexion.   She's very small and scrawny.  Her dark hair is super short, home cut by a cheap buzzer. For her fortune telling business, she often wraps flamboyant scarves around her head, and wears a cheap somewhat dingy costumey peasant shirt and flowing skirts, topped with lots of cheap baubles, which she never wears outside of her booth.  On her own time, it's generally dark colors, utility clothing.  Leather jacket, black jeans, soft black boots, or sneakers.  One would be hard pressed to connect the flamboyant, outspoken, jangling girl in the booth to the quiet, intense woman outside, unless of course, they see her eyes.  She aged normally, and now she's about 21, but her family has packed up and moved back to the home country, partially out of grief for losing their only child, and partially because the fortune telling business wasn't so hot.  Tasha returned back to where she was taken, not knowing where else to go, or what to do, half expecting to return to her family in some normal fashion.  Upon discovering that they took off back to Lebanon, she decided to stick around the boardwalk and see what life has to offer.  She has managed to reopen the stand, and make a go of it, living mostly from hand to mouth, and sleeping in a back room, where she bunks with Joe.  She has no idea where her family is, and has no way of contacting them.  She's kind of ok with that, for now.