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Tanz

Name: Tanz Matakami
Age: Five
Sex: Male
Personality:

Tanz is a very happy child. He believes that if he stays smiling other people will be happy as well. So he will always seem obnoxiously glad to see you, or to even be talking to you. It’s just part of his personality. But because he loves being happy nothing will destroy him more then someone being depressed around him. He will try his best to make then smile or laugh and if the person won’t budge, Tanz will feel like he failed that person somehow.

Tanz never stops moving. If his body is still, his lips and mind will keep going without him. He likes holds onto the people he cares about. He will grab your arm/hand/pant leg when you walk with him so you don’t forget he is there and so he can walk with you. Tanz likes to stay happy and likes the glow of other peoples faces when they laugh so he tries his hardest to make sure the people closest to him stay smiling.

He loves anything with a beat or a voice and is obsessed with how things look. It’s not that he only likes pretty things and dislikes ugly things, it just that he will look to judge how interesting you or an object may be. There isn’t really a rhyme or reason to how he labels something ‘interesting’ or not. And while Tanz is obsessed with how other people look he could care less about his own dress. He just grabs what ever is closest. The pair of pants he wore yesterday or the shirt he stole from his uncle when he was doing laundry. Nothing has to match for Tanz to like it. It just needs to feel good and keep everything covered.

Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Hair Style: Straight shoulder length
Eye: Evergreen
Skin: Peachy-Pale

Clothing: Anything that he can grab in the morning that will cover his person. Tanz like big sweaters and cotton pants. Unless he steals some of Shiri's clothes, then he just wears a belt.
Markings:
Accessories: Monkey, his most prized posession
Occupation: Drink Refiller

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Dislikes:
Quirks:
Mannerisms:

Echoing Steps

Name: Dalila
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Personality: Loud, commanding, proud, headstrong and friendly. Dalila craves attention and loves to talk. She believes that she could easily worm her way into someone’s heart if she is given enough time. She is the kind of person that no one can totally dislike. Dalila loves what she does, and nothing and no one is going to make her think differently.

Appearance:
Hair: Black
Hair Style: Long and always held in pig tails with bells attached on the ends
Eye: Ice green
Skin: Mocha

Clothing: Red shorts and sleeveless top
Markings: Star tattoo on her left cheek
Accessories: Bells, shells and trinkets litter her clothes to make her more interesting
Occupation: Dancer, singer, entertainer, juggler

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History:

(To Be Written)

Death:

Dalila was by no means young, but she wasn’t old either. She was most likely in her late twenties when she wondered into town. Dalila was a dancer and an entertainer. She usually didn’t wandered from town to town looking for work, Dalila liked to stay in one place as long as possible incase she heard anything from her family. But only after getting kicked out of the last town because of an incident involving the mayor and his eldest son did she head out to find somewhere else to stay.

She was born youngest in a family with three other sisters, the two oldest decided to marry to escape the war while the third chose to stayed at home to take care of the parents. Dalila left home because she believed she was a burden after her father fell ill and food became scarce with no reliable income. She only got into the entertainment business when she started dancing in the street for money and was paid and cheered to stay in motion. She had the natural grace many people lacked. Her ice green eyes, long black hair, and chocolate colored skin made it interesting to watch as she twirled and stomped with her bells and bracelets jingling to any music or beat.

Dalila then decided that she would travel as far as she could in the war torn country looking for work and sending home as much money as she could spare without starving. While traveling on the road she was able to pick up other talents as well as a furry companion-a small monkey named Mocha. He would help her juggle and entertain an audience, or even go around picking up coins during a performance. Dalila treated Mocha like her child, or a little brother she never had.

After bartering a room at the local inn in exchange for performing that night Dalila went off to explore the quiet solemn town. She was just about to head back to the inn-it was close to sunset-when Dalila spotted an old mansion. As she stopped walking and turned to get a better look at it, Mocha took off running. The little monkey climbed right up the ivy growing on the side and into the open second story window. Eerie and cold music could be heard coming from the seemingly abandoned home.

Dalila quickly ran to catch her pet but was not able to find a door that wasn’t blocked by some sort of debris so she slipped through a broken window. Taking the first staircase she found, Dalila shouted for Mocha to come back to her. The music may have stopped when she sprinted up the stairs, but Mocha’s screams echoed throughout the empty hallways. Dalila turned into the only open doorway just in time to see her monkey thrown at the wall and fall to the ground unmoving.

Feardoc’s face was littered with bruises and scratches from where Mocha tried to fight against him. He calmly shook his hand as if getting rid of the filth the small creature was covered in. Dalila stared in shock and no small part in fear as Feardoc glanced at her and then walk across the room to where a broken drum was laid against the wall. The tall wooden and leather drum had its strings clipped, leaving it looking like nothing more then a large bucket. Feardoc stroked it and smiled charmingly at Dalila where she was frozen with fear.

She tried to run, but the Composer grabbed a nearby music stand and hurled it at the escaping girl. The edge of the stand clipped her head as she smacked into the opposite wall and crumpled to the ground unconscious. She was unable to regain consciousness in time to save herself from the blood rapidly pooling around her. Feardoc left her in the hallway, where she stained the carpet wine red.

The Family

At Home:

Shiri: is Tanz's father and the most important person in his life at the moment. Shiri was the one that found Tanz in the scary mansion and brought him home to the apartment and cafe. Tanz knows that dad's are suppose ot take care of their kids, but he thinks that his father is special because he is the one that needs taking care of most of the time. Tanz doesn't mind taking care of the older man, he just doesn't know hoe much he is actually helping his father.

Neil: For some reason Neil has been really mean to Tanz and has gotten violent with him a few times. He never really hurt him on purpose, it just seems that Tanz has done something to make him angry and when he tries to make it better the man just seems to get more cold to him. Neil is Tanz's uncle and his fathers older brother. Tanz will do anything he can to get the older man to like him. He hates thinking that he has done something that he can't take back or make better.

Beast: Is the new addition that Neil brought home one day when he said he was going grocery shopping. Who knew that you could by puppies when you went shopping. Tanz is trying to get his dad to go get him one too. But Neil get's this little thingy with his eye and his dad goes quite for a while, so Tanz will just play with Beast until he can get his own puppy.

At Work:

Leana:

Otto: Is the funny redheaded waiter that plays with him sometimes and lets him buld sugar castles when he learns a new dance. He is really cool and Tanz kinda wants to be like him when he grows up, but without all the scary men and women that come in to smack/hit/punch him when he 'doesn't call them back'. Tanz isn't quite sure what that means, but he totally knows that it is Otto's fault, and that it is hurting people. That is not cool.

Quentin: Is the cook and one of the founders of the little Cafe. Shiri says that his oldest brother and Quentin were roommates in college and then decided to start a cafe together, but left when he met his 'wife' (Tanz can hear the difference when his father says the word wife, it is like he doesn't believe something, Tanz will think more on that later). He is really big and kinda scares Tanz. He could squish Tanz with one hand, and remarked on that the first time he say him. He always makes sure that other people are in the room when he says hi to Quentin.

Collan: Is the weird teenager with dyed hair and a lot of holes in his face. He has been nice to Tanz, but he has a scary grin and always is hanging out in the kitchen with the other big scary cook Quentin. When Tanz asked his father why he stays there all the time he turned into a tomato, so Tanz has stopped asking.

Kent: Is his other uncle that he has yet to see. Shiri tells Tanz that his older brother is really busy and can't stop by the Cafe all the time. But in the months that Tanz has been there, he hasn't seen the man once. Tanz likes to think that he is just his fathers invisible friend, like Bronz Tanz's pet monkey. Who is totally different from Monkey his stuffed animal.

Friends and Enemies

Undecided:

Lynet: Currently on Play Date...

Bastion: Have not meet ;__;

Kaydence: Currently on Play Date...

Fyscille: Have not meet ;__;

Ishmalavaeo: Currently on Play Date...

Friends:

Cole:

Takan: After an emotional day Tanz meets this quiet boy that he instantly feels drawn to, first with his interesting looks then with his hesitant words. Right now Takan is the most important person to him besides his father and Monkey.

Enemies:

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