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Athyln
Athyln Badger
| Name | Athyln |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sculptor of clay, proficient sleeper, scold master. |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land; Duffley homesteads |
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| Outward Appearance | ✵✵✵
Athyln Badger is a quaint girl with a tidy quality to her and an overall orderly persona. She towers over any common lady of Bree-land at 5'9", her physique thin; perchance in weak condition, although she has broad hips that make up for that verity. The skin of her hands is unusually dry, the ruination of a sculptor, but her fingernails are kept pristinely clean; one of the many bizarre quirks that accompany Athyln. She dons fine dresses and scarves of bright color, coordinated keenly, and free from any dirt, mark or stain. Even the white of the fabrics is still verily bright of hue.
Athyln has a plain, cozy beauty about her. Freckles cover the totality of her fair face, and she is often seen with a smile of contentment, if anything else. Her eyes are a dark shade of teal, or even a deep green, depending on the light shining upon them (or lack thereof). Her hair is dark, nearly black and trimmed to the end of her ears for convenience, a shy curl to it all; tucked behind her ears to add onto her spick-and-span arrangement. She is, conceivably, a breath of fresh air within a grim town.
By and large, she comes off as a polite and innocent lass of nineteen; although, when prompted, she makes no hesitation to let that image melt and throw a few (pathetic) punches, or chairs, especially when her sister is involved.
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Background
Athyln is the youngest daughter of Jack Badger, a carpenter, and Tuilindes, a Gondorian woman who favors traveling above all else. Jack, who Athyln adores, never fully explained how he and Tuilindes came to be, but he loved her as much any one could. However, it seems that no matter how much love Tuilindes received, she couldn't separate herself from the rolling hills of the world and the feel of wind in her hair.
Athyln never seemed to forgive Tuilindes for leaving her and Hwynne at such a young age, though she's heard explanations from both Hwynne and Jack many, many times. Excuses, to her. Despite their differences and Athyln's disagreement with Tuilindes' actions, Athyln still does respect and love her mother.
Even before that, however, Athyln favored Jack. Copying his mannerisms since childhood has led to her homebody nature, despite her inability to cook a decent meal. The way he could make a home seem so welcoming inspired her to decorate her own to perfection. If one were to visit, it would probably seem to change in decoration every time.
| Friends | Often too busy snoozing to develop such relationships. |
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| Relatives | Elder sister: Hwynne |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | A nice, long snooze; the feel of fresh clay between her fingers as she sculpts; Hwynne, though sometimes begrudgingly; a frog companion by the name of Cow; snoozing; sleeping; napping. |
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| Hates | General rudeness; Hwynne being a pain in her arse; cleaning up after the trouble Hwynne has caused; working with dry clay; a ruined sculpture; the feeling of exhaustion. |
| Motivation | The thought has not once crossed Athyln's mind, truthfully. |
| Quotes | "It's impolite to do that!" - To Hwynne, usually; "What did I tell you about touching people you don't know?" -Also to Hwynne. |
