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Anonymous

Rhayvan, Rhay
| Name | Anonymous |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | A bit of this, a little of that, currently a stablehand and errand runner |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Breeland, here and there but currently a cosy barn |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A woman of average height, approximately 5'5 and a figure of one who would be running here, there and everywhere, but perfectly proportioned. Her hair, as dark as a ravens feather and cut rather neatly to her shoulder, but often annoyingly in her eyes and her skin pale, no matter how long she stands in the sun and always clean. A smattering of tiny freckles cross her nose but they are hardly noticeable, what is though is a scar above her knee, long healed though with her since childhood. Her clothing tends to be for comfort, and oddly she wears trousers often due to her duties when working, if she has managed to keep employment that is.
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Background
Bree, the biggest and best thing in Arda, according to her.
A naive small town lass, Fresh faced and all of nineteen springs old, content in her own little life for now. Easily impressed and seldom hides her awe when faced with those who have made something of their lives, like, chief pig sty cleaner, or head of the Bree guard
Blabbers away when excited or nervous
Does odd jobs, normally poorly, though she does try!
Don't offer her a drink, really, she'll accept and thats not such a good thing
| Friends | Not many, though Nihtegala is her closest. |
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| Relatives | None close by since her family uprooted to move to greener pastures |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who hurt her |
| Loves | Animals for they have no agenda other than scratch me or feed me |
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| Hates | Mucking up |
| Motivation | To one day see beyond what Bree has to offer, though Bree will always be home |
| Quotes |
Anonymous's Adventures
| Old and new wounds | 3 years 3 months ago |
| End of a Chapter | 3 years 4 months ago |
| The Blades of the Southron | 3 years 5 months ago |
| Failures and consequences. | 3 years 6 months ago |
| The Day Isulril Died | 3 years 10 months ago |
