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Harlinde
Harlinde Harper
| Name | Harlinde |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Potter |
| Age | Mid-twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
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Harlinde Harper, who goes by merely her surname, is thin in physique and nimble in movement. She is of usual height for a female, with thick brown hair of warm hue that tumbles down her back, often falling in her face without a care; several dreadlocks peek through, adorned with bronze charms and clay beads, and some are even wrapped with thread of various color. Faint yet abundant freckles cover her cheeks and shoulders, and her eyes are a clouded brown. Her attire is always the colors of the earth: browns and greens, loosely fitting with layers upon layers. Charms furthermore dangle from the strings of her boots (if she is wearing any footwear), shawl, wrists, belt and satchel, and the quiet clinking of them creates a jingle whenever she treads. Her walking stick is her most favored companion.
She has a young face, albeit weary, and the twenty-seven years she has lived could not be guessed because of it - but while she is generally soft-spoken, she portrays herself as the strong young woman that she is: strong in body, mind and heart.
As for her behavior, Harlinde has all the qualities to be described as maternal. She puts forth far too much effort to care for those whom she finds in need, but when it comes to her own over-all welfare, she is stubborn and aloof. She is also far too curious for her own good, and has a strange fondness for questionable & furtive sorts.
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Background
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Harlinde was born from a pair of wandering artists, a bard and painter, and adopted her own creative interest of ceramics - that of which she from the beginning was indubitably gifted with, becoming her knack and way to make coin still to present day. The blood of Bree-landers is pure in her parents’ veins and in her own, which gives her a solid attachment and affection to the region, but soon after being able to speak expressively and run, she and her parents abandoned their smell cottage in Bree-land to continue exploring the land and show their little flower the sights of the earth. With the coin made from playing music in taverns and selling pots, trinkets and paintings, the trio lived comfortably for years doing what they love and meeting folks of all different kinds.
As Harlinde entered her late teenage years, the bard and painter grew longing for the life in the cottage once more as they gradually grew weaker – and so they returned. Harlinde parted ways with them at their arrival with their blessing, and although she is often near their home and sees them a great deal, she prefers the woods to live in, and to this day she does so.
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| Friends | Anyone kind enough to speak with her! |
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| Relatives | (None in-game) |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | Trees, woodland creatures, ceramics, a warm hearth, good tales and climbing anything she can! |
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| Hates | Insolence. |
| Motivation | To live freely & comfortably and learn from those she meets in her travels. |
| Quotes | “I find the shade beneath a mighty oak is far more homely than any home itself.” |
