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Grawnya
Grawnya Larkshield
| Name | Grawnya |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Merchant, farmer, baker, semi-retired sellsword, co-owner of The Knackered Neekerbreeker Inn |
| Age | Well past her majority and swiftly passing middle aged. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Grawnya stands tall at 5'11", her svelte, athletic frame carrying a quiet strength, accentuated by graceful curves. Her long, oval face bears sharp, fox like features; high cheekbones, a tall, slender nose, and deep-set misty green eyes that seem to hold both wisdom and mischief. Pale skinned, she wears the subtle marks of a life well lived: faint white scars, a scattering of age spots, and the lines of laughter and experience; creases upon her brow, crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, and smile lines framing her lips. A noticeable chunk is missing from the top of her right ear, a silent testament to past trials. Above her lips rest two beauty marks, small but distinct.
Her coppery red has become threaded with white strands these recent years. When unbound, her hair tumbles to her waist, though she rarely leaves it loose. More often, she braids and pins it up, adorned with intricately carved wooden combs or delicate flowers crafted from leather and cloth. At times, she foregoes these in favor of one of the many circlets in her collection; gold and silver bands shaped into flowers, leaves, and gem set patterns.
Grawnya has an eye for fine fabrics and an appreciation for garments that flatter both form and function. Even when armed, she carries herself with effortless elegance. She favors forest green above all colors but changes her attire to suit her whims. Sword and shield she carries when outfitted for battle, and she is never without a dagger or two even when in casual attire.
Around her long, slender neck, she wears a silver chain bearing a shield shaped pendant engraved with a lark. Two rings rest on the same chain; one a plain, thin gold band, the other a gold filigree ring set with an oval-cut emerald. Recently, she has taken to wearing a second chain of gold, from which dangles a golden frying pan pendant.
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Background
A Rohirrim by birth, born to a Rider of the Mark and rearer of horses, Grawnya’s upbringing was one filled with hard work and training with sword and shield, childhood filled with love and laughter. When she came of age she married her best friend at the time, a young Rider of the Mark who was killed only three years into their marriage. Long did Grawnya mourn, losing both her father and mother not long after she lost her husband. Almost a decade would pass before she opened her heart and found love once more, wedding a Healer from Gondor by the name of Richidan.
Grawnya relocated to Gondor with her new husband and there they lived happy lives together. Richidan helped many a folk with his healing arts and Grawnya continued her training with sword and shield as well as crafting fine hair adornments out of leather, wood and other materials until Richidan’s passing years later. It was at that time that Grawnya and her friend Maevie, whom was also recently widowed, left Gondor together, joining up with a caravan of merchants and entertainers. Grawnya found companionship and work amongst the band of sellswords that accompanied the caravan to protect their profits, whilst also making time to sell her hair ornaments to the locals of towns they passed through.
Eventually Grawnya and Maevie parted ways with the caravan, wishing to travel further than the caravan's planned route, Grawnya continuing to earn a living as a sellsword and crafter of beautiful things. Long they traveled together until their wanderings brought them to Eriador and they came to Bree-land, finding that they favored the land so much that they wished to call it home and so they settled there.
Grawnya has come to a point in her life where she craves a more peaceful existence, wishes to spend more time selling pretty things and making friends than hunting vile folk and spilling blood and so she has become a semi-retired sellsword at the behest of her spirit and aching joints. She has a big heart and fiery temper and knows she will take up sword and shield if something tugs at her heartstrings, thus her semi-retired take on the profession. At the moment though she's looking forward very much to many a market days and dinner parties.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None left that she knows of though she looks upon Joseuf as a little brother. |
| Rivals/Enemies | She holds a burning hatred for orcs. |
| Loves | Her friends, valor, compassion, acts of service, honesty, bawdy jokes, meals, pretty jewelry, fine fabrics, hair ornaments, nice clothes, hard workers, cursing, a good brawl, brushing/styling her hair or other people's hair, dancing, music, parties. |
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| Hates | Orcs, when people hurt someone just because they enjoy causing misery, laziness, two-faces individuals, thieves whom steal from hardworking folk, people who hurt children, sloppiness, smelling bad, being treated like dirt beneath someone's boot. |
| Motivation | To live well for those that she loved who have departed this life. |
| Quotes | "Orcs need killing and hair needs brushing and decorating, I can offer services for both." |
