Elizabeth Twanky | Civilian

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✧ Easily happy
✧ Loyal to those she takes under her wings
✧ Positive attitude

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Can be pushy
✦ Hardly takes no for an answer
✦ Bit too flirty

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Parents: Xena Mason (mother, deceased), Joxer Mason (father, deceased)
Siblings:
Other Family: Iolus Twanky (dead husband)
Important Others: Kevin Sorbo, one of her best students in all history
History: Widow Twanky was happily married at a young age. She and her husband Iolus spent their time in happy bliss until one day he had gone to the East and was killed in the Gulf War in 1991. They had met when they were in school and had been together ever since. They were perfect for each other. Twanky had opened a dancing studio when she was in her 30s and Iolus had signed up for the military. Of course that was the end of him though. Widow Twanky had tried to keep up a brave face but business had started to suffer. She had lost the rhythm of the night.

With the business all but gone, Twanky had closed up shop since it was no longer paying the bills. She forced herself to work as a dance girl that she was not too proud of but pride didn't put food on the table. Of course drunks and the like that paid to dance with her she gave a tongue lashing on what she thought of them. Only on the rare occasion she had refused to dance but then sometimes the customer was too drunk to remember.

Her luck had started to change though. A couple that needed to win a dance contest for the prize money, they had tracked her down after hearing stories and searching the net. They had convinced her to come out of "retirement". When the couple won the dance off, that's when she was back in demand for dancing lessons. First teaching in the back of her house, now she had reopened a small shop to spread the gift of boogie woogie




Alias: Tamara/Singing Doughnut
How did you find us?: Dean
Experience: I dont know anymore
Other Characters: Richard Calhoun, Tina Dukes, Marut, Sierra Harmon, Tamara Young, Raven Reuven, Sydnee Cole, Diya Holloway. Gina Costa, Lander, Maia Johnson, Misty Bales, Perry Davis, Stevie barnes, Tina Dukes
RP Sample: "Don't do that." called out over the top of her computer without even looking at a teen trying to dog ear a page in a library book. To her that was sacrilege. Tamara looked over the top of the monitor staring at the teen coldly until he merely shut the book and pushed it aside. Nothing was more sinful than a damaged book. She was angry before, but that just added to it. It had been more than a week since she heard from Matt. She was mad and worried that he had not called. It was not the first time he had gone more than a month without making contact. Either it was for her protection, or he just forget, she still couldn't help but worry. Worried that the next news report was of his body being found, or locked in prison for protecting someone.

Finally it was closing time. Tamara just locked the doors when someone grabbed her from behind. Gasping in fear, she spun around, trying to go for the mace in her bag when she saw it was one of Matt's hunter friends and shut her eyes, putting a hand over her racing heart. "Wear a bell next time." she said, looking up at him calming down now.

"And give up on these nights? I don't think so." Rick said with a smirk.

She lightly slapped his chest, pulling the strap up higher on her shoulder. "Got plenty of left overs, just needs to be reheated." With a grin, Rick walked Tamara to his car. He stopped by every couple of weeks for home cooking, otherwise it would be nothing but noodles and take out, which littered the floor of his car. "Still living clean I see." she said arching a brow as she lifted an empty burger wrapper and threw it over to the back seats.

"You know if I clean, you'd have nothing to complain about." he said with a cheeky grin. She scoffed, climbing into the car. "No wonder you and Matt get along so well." The smile slowly drained from her face. "Has there been any word?"

Rick had to look at the road as he pulled out from the side and started driving. He heard nothing from Matt either. "No. Not a word or peep. I'm sure he had lost his phone or been busy and lost track of time. " They were close friends, even been on a few hunts together when they came up against something more than one alone could handle.

She looked out the side window, lightly chewing on her thumbnail in worry, trying not to let her imagination get the better of her. Tamara was sure Matt was safe, just being his usual forgetting to call self. When he came home, he was going to be grounded until he turned forty.



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