Tanique is a beautiful and passionate woman, but still occasionally niave about the world around her, but eager to learn, and not afraid to do what needs to be done to prove herself
Standing with perfect posture and an almost irritating sense of purpose, Sister Tanique's smile always lit up the room.  She stood 5'6" tall, with a somewhat athletic but curvy build that was mostly hidden by her chain mail armor.
She wielded her holy symbol of Selune with the same passion as her warhammer or her crossbow, but preferred to use words when she could.
Normally perky and friendly, sometimes to a fault, the pretty aasimar could swing between soothing priestess and serious warrior as quickly as she could swing her warhammer.

Tanique was born to a aasimar family of minor Waterdahvian nobility, somewhat pampered and doted upon, until her family was caught in a minor riot amongst the dockworkers and the ship wrights, while the family was returning from the Selune Temple, where they had done their obligated and minimal worship and donations.
 While her parents and servants cowered in the carriage, praying for the "riff raff" to go away, Tanique was moved by passion of the uprising, and wished she could help.
 She looked at her beloved parents in a new light back home, losing most of her respect for them, and prayed to Selune (the first time she'd actually done so) for guidance.
 A vision of herself in shining armor, wielding a fiery sword, came to her, and she leapt from the carriage and started chastising the rioting dock workers in a screaming tone that terrified even the hardiest longshoreman.  She left the gilded cage of her mansion to volunteer at the Selune temple the very next day.