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Sefa
Sefa
| Name | Sefa |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | In her words, "I would say I'm a proffessional bum but that might be overexagurating the workload I have. I periodically do random bits and pieces of work but mostly I'm far to lazy for that..." |
| Age | Early Thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Usually found in the Prancing Pony, by her tree or in whatever gutter she's collapsed in after a drinking/barfighting session. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |  When you first set eyes on Sefa you would notice her build - tall at 5ft7" and very skinny with almost no curves, her bones jutting out of her flesh in an unpleasant manner. She almost seems half starved at the best of times. Her height has been built in her legs and her torso seems almost out of proportion with her lanky legs, although this is perhaps hard to see due to the perpetual limp which plagues her stride and disallows her full movement. Scars of varying shapes and sizes cover her body making her look weak and vulnerable. Most of the scars appear recent, particularly the logical little lines which work their ways up her arms and legs at regular intervals. The scar on her cheek is probably the oldest and is rather faint due to its age. Perhaps the most viscous scar is the stump of her former left index finger although this is perpetually hidden by a pair of gloves and is pretty unnoticeable to all but the most observant.
Looking at her facial features, one would notice her cheekbones to be rather wide, cheeks themselves to be gaunt and chin to be rather long giving her a rather triangular lower face. Her brows and forehead are high, suggesting a nobility which she truly doesn't possess. The most striking feature of her scarred face would be her eyes which are of reasonable size and are a lovely shade of bright, sea blue. They do not however do anything phobish such as suck you into their depths and they hold no memories of long lost trauma within them - they are just eyes after all. On the rare occasions when Sefa doesn’t have her splendiferous hat on, her hair is seen to be short, just reaching to the bottom of her ears, and jaggedly cut with a clearly careless hand, presumably her own. Her hair is the colour of lava on a dark night although due to her pathetically pale skin this bright effect is somewhat countermanded. The almost permanent grin on her face would often reveal her shiny, white teeth which are in surprisingly good condition given the amount of ale that she consumes although goodness only knows how she’s managed to keep them like that.
Sefa is almost always seen in her flamboyant hat of which she takes exceptional pride and is the apple of her eye to say the least; she’s also usually seen in her crimson scarf which when asked about would turn out to be a gift from a dear friend. Her other clothing appears to hold little store for convention and is usually as clashing, colourful and eccentric as she can find. Although originally her clothing was of reasonable quality it’s easily imaginable how one who’s a scruffy drunken lout such as herself can turn quality items into a patched network of colourful, often stained, rags. Apparently Sefa takes little pride in appearance…
When she speaks her voice is rather low in pitch although her piecing cackled laughter will always go up about ten octaves higher than the ear can cope with without complaint. Her accent is that of the people of Dale and her vocabulary is surprisingly large although that’s mostly due to the words that she tends to make up.
She’s almost always seen with her tall, wooden staff although she can walk easily enough without it. The only jewellery on her regularly is the ring which she keeps hidden on her right index finger underneath whatever gloves she’s wearing.
((Artwork courtesy of Carlotta and myself!))
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Background
The wind whistled fair,
Through the young woman's hair,
Caught under a hat,
Of bright feathers and that,
The woman did laugh,
As she clutched at her scarf,
And limped to her tree,
For she was young and free,
Careless and alone,
As she came to her home.
She sat herself down,
And her sorrows did drown,
With her love of ale,
Which came from far off Dale,
With tankard in hand,
And a mood which was grand,
She thought of her past,
And the lot that fate cast,
To bring her to Bree,
And to her beloved tree.
She thought of her friends,
Their beginnings and ends,
Their troubles and toil,
As she sat on the soil,
Away from it all,
In peace rather than brawl.
She leaned herself back,
Settling in with a knack,
As she shut her eyes,
With the gentlest of sighs,
And fell into sleep,
With pleasant thoughts to keep
Her into the night
Until dawn brought its light,
A new day to dawn,
The old one lost to mourn,
As Sefa awake,
With more mischief to make,
For another day,
To live through come what may.
The wind whistled fair,
Through the young woman's hair,
As she strove through life,
Surviving fun and strife,
'Til this tale did wend,
To its glorious end...
| Friends | Many! |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None in Breeland apart from her brother Denith. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Her pixie minions to some extent... |
| Loves | ALE! Hats (in particular her own), her goat a good bit of swashbuckling/barfighting, her pixie minions, her friends, generally being drunk... |
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| Hates | Her brother/parents, people who don't like her hat, people who spoil barfights with weapons, rats. |
| Motivation | Attention from her parents... |
| Quotes | Dessmond - "She's mostly drunk... even without having anything to drink." |
Sefa's Adventures
| Of Stranger Days - Bonding with an Uncle - Part Six | 11 years 9 months ago |
| Of Stranger Days - Bonding with an Uncle - Part Five | 12 years 1 day ago |
| Of Stranger Days - Bonding with an Uncle - Part Four | 12 years 3 days ago |
| Of Stranger Days - Bonding with an Uncle - Part Three | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Of Stranger Days - Bonding with an Uncle - Part Two | 12 years 1 month ago |
