Tamia doesn't have one.

[Tam]

She doesn't.

[Tam]

...I lied. =D

Full Name: Tamia Wendfeld

Forum Nickname: Tamia

Species: Human. Probably.

Character type: Knight. Ish.

Transformations: Other than sporadically breaking into Timelord technobabble for no discernible reason? None. =D

Appearance: More like a misplaced farm girl than anything else. Dark blonde hair that is wild and frizzy, reaching just past her shoulders when let loose, and is usually contained by a ponytail or a rough bun. Turquoise eyes, slightly larger than normal. Slender, but not skinny. Looks shorter than she actually is.

Clothes: Generally, a medieval-style tunic over top of a loose shirt and pants. Colours vary, but her most recognisable ensemble is composed mostly of orange and blue, or occasionally green and gold. Usually wears two belts — her sword belt is buckled higher on her waist, while the one holding her slingshot hangs by her hip. When she wants to lighten the load, the sword is the first thing to go. Always wears a knee-high pair of lace-up boots and large hoop earrings, and occasionally wears a cloak or a longcoat over top of everything.

Weapon of Choice: Primarily, a handmade yew slingshot. She's developed quite impressive aim over the years, so it's generally best not to laugh. As a Knight of the NTWF, she has also trained to use both sword and bow, although her technique is hardly elegant with either of them.

Magical capabilities: Apart from a few random and somewhat baffling occurrences back in her childhood, nada.

Personality: A cheerful, shy, and sometimes infuriatingly curious young lass with the ability to switch to self-righteous dealer-of-justice mode in less time than it takes to draw breath or blade. Not that you need to worry. Ninety-nine percent of the time, her manner is genuinely warm and good-humoured. The other one percent of the time, you only need to worry about if you make a particularly direct threat to something she cares about (or if you diss her slingshot). She's quite a bit cleverer than she tends to advertise, and likes to play up her innocent appearance so that the power of underestimation will always be on her side when she needs it. She gets into trouble a lot, but she's good at grinning her way out of it.

Companion: Oran. A black cat who accompanies Tamia almost everywhere she goes. Appearance-wise, he's perfectly normal: green-eyed, somewhat lanky, and jet black except for his right front paw, which is white-dipped. He has the rather unusual ability to speak inside Tamia's head, though. She's not quite sure why. He's not the friendliest of cats, and sometimes she thinks he'd be better off not talking at all. He has a bit of a prejudice against anything related to demons. Don't try to pick him up. You'll bleed.


Tabloid Data

Rivalries: ...=D?

Mother: Huntress (adoptive mother)

Father: N/A

Siblings: Ginz, Fenrix, Nature, Strife, Xanme, Nova, Cyr

Children: Trilly, Twocents, Vapor, Rikku, Terra, and Goosh. >.>; Blame Kit for that one.

Significant Other: Currently married to: Crystal, the Internet, Sarn, and — thanks to one particularly eventful evening that involved snogging, Reese's peanut butter cups and human-powered flight — most of the active 'bloider population (but especially Shade and Rikku). May or may not be having a scandalous affair with Kit.

Alter-egos or other persons: Not really.

Willing to be used in Tabloids? There's no going back now.