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Ruewren
Ruewren "Wren" Blackthorn
| Name | Ruewren |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Adventurer, sword for hire |
| Age | She looks as if she is in her middle twenties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land at the moment |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance |
Ruewren of Bree "I could be a good lass, but where's the fun in tha'?"
With finely shaped frame of her cheekbones, pouty lips and sharp iridescent green eyes, there is a flaw in her beauty. No, not the scars, even they look well on her, but her inner spirit. So hungry, as deep fire perpetually burning and devouring itself. Part of her flawed beauty is also her way she walks, pressured with heavy armor, chainmail and plate over, her stride is wide, heavy and more suited to the man. She speaks as need occurs, can be polite or freely herself.
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Background
Ruewren was always a tomboy, fighting with boys. stealing from farmers or food stalls in Bree.
Daughter of Bree barmaid Evely and Will Blackthorn, Raised fatherless as Will joined brigands but was soon hanged by his own comrades. Evely, her mother surrendered to despair and offered other services to make a living. She died of sickness that one of men passed to her.
Ruewren, then fifteen, already grew up knowing to fend off, stand up for herself. She joined band of traveling swordsmen, posing for a young boy. It took them three seasons to figure that fifteenyear old lad was in fact a lass. But they already found a friend in her and she stayed one of lads from that day till few years ago. Porrige, Clubhand, Rustleaf and Wren, saw the world from north till south, beyond Misty mountains and back far to the western mountains of Blue hills.
They lost Porrige in Troll-lands (trollshaws), Clubhand got two children with northwoman in valley of Anduin, She parted Rustleaf before hedge of Bree. She is now here, waiting..drinking..
| Friends | Mere few but she trusts none |
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| Relatives | Few distant relatives in Bree that she lost contact with. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Few |
| Loves | Lustful enough to love many things, decadent to the brim. |
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| Hates | When coinpurse is thin |
| Motivation | Ambitious enough to get up in the morning, loftly enough to spend coin on earthly pleasures of food, drink, women and men. |
| Quotes | Giv'me an'ther one! |
