Name : Grainne (GRAWN-ya) Devlin
Race : Human, Irish
Age : early to late 40's
Sex : female
Class : cook/baker
Magic : is able to boil water, by not looking at it, instantly. "As my mother always said, A watched pot never boils."
Apperance : 300 or so lbs. Irish white skin without the freckles "Thank the harvest for that bit'o luck" Curly, deep auburn hair "The color of a seared roast marinated in wine". Hazel eyes, dark outer ring of brown lightening to a soft golden brown in the middle "Like a cut loaf of bread, darkened crust with a soft brown center"
Likes : food, food, food, and more food. Particularly likes cooking for a good group of people over a warm fire on a cold night while singing and telling stories to chase away the chills in the air.
Hates : ill-prepared food, cooks who think they can cook when they can't, people who don't like her cooking, people who won't at least try her cooking. "How will you know if you like it until you try it?"
History : Originally from a coastal city along the southern bourders of Ireland, is a big women because of her father being a nomad from the northern territories. "I get my bonny looks from my Irish mother though" as she says. Her mother died at a young age, but she was taken in by her "Uncle" (mothers friend), who became the reason that a love for food developed. A cook himself from a line of cooks, he taught her what he knew about the trade. He had a personal philosophy that food solves any problem that the world throws at you.
Is usually seen singing while she cooks, a technique her Uncle taught her. "As what good is food if you don't put feeling into the taste, and what better way then with singing. That's what my good old Uncle used to say" With food she is a quick learner, able to see a dish once or twice being made before being able to make it from memory.
When she found she could no longer work as an assistant to her Uncle, she left to travel and make a name for herself. Has worked at many different taverns all over the world, manly because her temper and mouth have gotten her into a lot of trouble. "Taint my fault that I'm the only bloody person that know's what in god's name she is doing."
Her "fluffy" size doesn't stop her with flirting with every guy that orders a meal from her. Knows that she is the sexist woman for miles around. "Why go for a bony girl when you can have some padded loving"
