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Tabitha Tunderbun
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Amaryllis Lankershim |
| Tabitha Tunderbun tries not to think how dumb it was to take up vegetarianism as a form of teenage rebellion. The now estranged heir to the Tunderbun mouseloaf fortune also tries not to think about how, exceptionally dumb it was considering she was secretly living on headcheese and pickled eggs while pretending to be a vegetarian.
Cut off from her family and her inheiritance she ekes out a living pawning her jewelry. It is a hard lonely existance. She has been know to sometimes look for happiness, or at least solace, at the bottom of a good raspberry cordial. She is periodically involved in the making of pulp picture novels, but it's terribly plebeian and she doesn't like to talk about it. |
Amaryllis Lankershim was raised by wolves, consequently becoming more civil and well-adjusted than many of her peers. Conveniently enough, she contracted a case of lycanthrophy while in middle school and now knows at least sixteen ways to incapacitate small-to-medium sized mammals. But due to her condition, her childhood dream of becoming an astronomer was shattered.
She currently supports herself by sharpening knives on street corners and cooking pancakes for firefighters. She also has a side gig playing accordion in a seedy poetry club. The pay's not great, but she gets to keep all the napkins the poets scribble on, and plans to eventually type it all up in a book. |
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