Shar'anna Morthane

Long raven black locks tipped with gray frame her sharp featured face, pretty perhaps but far from lovely. Soft dove gray eyes hooded by slate gray lashes stare dreamily at the world. Her garb is simple a long cream colored tunic covered by a dark brown jerkin. Tan woolen trews hide her long legs which are cross-gathered by strips of green cloth from ankles to knees, leaving her feet bare except for leather sandals. Over it all she wears a simple drab green woolen cloak. Hugging her waist is a double wrapped belt holding a verity of pouches with one lone eating dagger. Held in her long fingered work worn hands is a staff of Medronna wood, knotted and twisted, decorated by small dyed feathers of many colors dangling in the breeze upon the staff's top.

Shar'anna enjoyed a loving happy childhood as the only child to the blacksmith Kyle Morthane. They lived deep in the enchanted forest lost to the world of men, a simple but happy childhood never minding the hardships of living so far from others. Of course such a childhood has graced Shar with the skills of blacksmithing, weaponsmithing, forestry, herb lore, and farming, with a dash of magic lore to top it off.

Until one day last year. Shar found a receipt of sale,. nothing strange normally, but it sold an infant girl child named "Shar'anna" to Kyle. Her... she had been sold. Confusion set in unbalancing the world. Leaving Shar'anna with only two clues to what she was, a piece of paper with her name upon it and a birth mark upon her right shoulder blade,.. something that looked like a bronze skull. Shar's only leads to a life unknown. Now a year later she searches for those parents that sold her, and perhaps other siblings as well.... A long journey only now at it's start.