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Sylvanara

Sylvanara Bristlebrush

Name Sylvanara
Occupation
A Jack-of-All-Trades when it comes to Occupations Involving Mechanics and Tinkering
Age
Mid-twenties
Race
Man
Residence
Bree-town
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

Sylvanara stands at about 5'4 ft. tall as a Well-rounded and rather muscly Bree-woman. Contrary to most low-class working lasses of her mid-twenties range, Sylvanara seems to have a distaste for "womenly" clothing such as skirts and robes, preferring to tromp around the place with a pair of solid boots, pants, and a vest.
Her Hair and her Eyes are chestnut brown, with her hair being long and loose and always swept back behind her ears. She sports a sidebang extending from top of her left side-parting to the right side of her Neck, which often covers her right eye, especially when she is at labour.
One can immediately notice her so-called "Utility Belt", which is dark-brown leather wrapped around her waist, housing a Hammer, a small Mallet, A small pouch of nails, a lucet, a keyring with various assorted keys, an ink bottle, a quill, and a cutting knife; All of which point to her as being a woman in a man's garb. She appears to be in possession of endless rolls of paper and parchment too.
Being a Woman built for labour indeed, Sylvanara appears to lack Self-consciousness that most women display, tending to feel more comfortable in practical clothes than fancy garbs.
Her usual expression tends to vary on the occasion, but it is most commonly identified as being one of cockiness and, smidged by a hint of "Go with the flow".

Background

Sylvanara was born in Bree-town on Midsummer's Eve, the daughter of a single Father. Sylvanara's mother had abandoned her family when she was a child, thus leaving her to be raised in a predominantly mannish environment by her father figure.
With no Mother to look after the family and provide dinner-time suppers, Sylvanara and her family struggled; Her father could only teach her the crafts of men, and she, having no experience at all in Housekeeping, was deemed as worthless and left isolated.
As a teenager Sylvanara had troubled days; She was prone to rebelling against her father's wishes, and often went out with boys of her age, and in their company, she developed an eccentric, cocky attitude, as well as a "Go-with-the-flow" philosophy that extended to joining a Man's world. She was prone to calling someone else nicknames and often made rude comments if somebody poked their noses in her business. At this age she was also fascinated by objects of a mechanical nature, and became obsessed with tinkering, often spending days in the attic figuring out how to build long-broken objects that were left there abandoned.
Yet as the girl grew older, she became more isolated from her friends, who were slowly starting to mock her due to her gender. She gradually began to keep her inner thoughts to herself, putting up her cocky attitude as a charade to hide her deep insecurities. One by one, those she deemed friends neglected her and ignored her company, and she gradually formed a mindset and psychology that deemed that her voice was "not important, so why should it be even used?".

Friends
None
Relatives
None
Rivals/Enemies
Many Rivals
Loves
Being Herself, Tinkering with Mechanical Items, Messing Around, A Good Frothy Pint of Ale, Tools, Fixing Things, Inventing Things, Attention
Hates
Over-the-Top Snobs and Rich People, Being Left Alone, Grumpy and Humourless Folk, Having to Fix things she fixed in the Past, Broken Things, Being told to conform to the proper womanly ways, Flowers, Children
Motivation
What do you expect her to say?
Quotes
"...."

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