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Anonymous

Rhayvan, Rhay

Name Anonymous
Status
Active
Occupation
A bit of this, a little of that, currently a stablehand and errand runner
Age
Young Adult
Race
Man
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.

 

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.
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
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
Anonymous's Adventures

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