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Basel
Basel
| Name | Basel |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Farmhand, Merchant |
| Age | Young, 16 winters |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Staddle |
| Kinship | Merchants of Bree |
| Outward Appearance | Despite being so young, which her age is apparent in the innocence of her face, she is clearly muscled. Standing at 5"6', Basel has only known farming her entire life, which as expected, has left her quite bluntly strong. Her hair is a light brown, lightened by the sun. Her eyes alike are a deep green, and though the color is dark and normally dull, they shine with a joy towards the world around her. Her face is a toned white, freckles spotting about her complexion. A smile can nearly always be seen upon her face, further emphasizing how eager she is to everything around her. All of this is an odd sight when you look to her clothes, which are ragged and falling apart. She wears her best outfit when visiting Bree-town: standard farmer clothes, the very seams browned by dirt and decay, threads loose and falling apart from too many washes, too many times worn. She wears gloves to hide her calloused fingers, though the gloves, too, are rough, damaged leather. By her side hangs from her belt a single dull knife, tarnished and blunt. |
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Background
Basel never knew her mother, and her father never spoke of her. She was a woman who passed through, had a short affair with him, and disappeared for some time--only, for 9 months later, a child to appear on his doorstep with a letter of apology. He speaks of her angrily, and even though he loves his daughter very much, that he still would never forgive her for forcing him to raise a newborn child himself.
And so she grew, and as soon as she could could, make a fist, and throw, he had her out in the fields spreading seeds, weeding, watering. It was a life she was born into, and learned to love it at a young age, tending the farmland and caring for their property as a whole. She learned to not complain of hardwork, to not waste her money--the very little she earned in their occupation--to treat others with kindness, and to not raise her voice. He was no perfect father, by any means, but in their simple rules of life she learned to believe her morals before anything else.
It's a weakness, as well as a blessing, to be as innocent as she is--though knowing there were bad people in the world, she chose to believe everyone was innocent and kind until proven wrong.
| Friends | Mirrah |
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| Relatives | Father: In Staddle |
| Rivals/Enemies | N/A |
| Loves | Flowers, honey, hard workers, general kindness |
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| Hates | Lies, thieves, the corrupt, fighting, tea |
| Motivation | To understand the world shielded from her as a child, and to bring joy to others |
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Basel's Adventures
| Entry One--The Prancing Pony | 12 years 1 month ago |
