A slight jingling of bells can be heard as she steps up, bar feet on the wood floor. Around her ankles are braclets that are gold in color, but anyone with a fine eye would know that they aren't that. A skirt of the colors red and orange hangs from her waist, it stopping right above her ankles, showing the tiy silver bells that adorn the bottom of it. A blouse of deep purole, blue,and red mixed together is worn, it being sleeveless and the straps hang loosely on her shoulders; and strangely enough, matches the skirt. Eyes that shine like the emeralds in the sultans palace looke around.. Thick black hair hangs in ringlets that sweep to her bottom.
Oralee Ceradwyn was born into one of the highest houses of the gypsies at Wynd-Stone Isles. There the population is made up of all of her kind. Since early childhood she had been taught how to dance, get out of tight situations, and to steal. Oralee is one of the gypsies that can't stay in one place for to long, so at the age of 16 she left the little southern island and has made her way ot the Red Dragon Inn. From there she met a man named Skylat whom she fell in love with... Unfortunatley he was killled and she has only just recently gotten out of mourning and has become her usuall self...it seems. Though when the subject of death is brought up she is overly-sensitice about it. Oralee has always had a fear of weapons, and Skylar's death only strengthened it.