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Wisterhya
Wisterhya 'Rosethorn' Hayward
| Name | Wisterhya |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Hobbyist scholar, author and diplomat for the Rosethorn pipe-weed trade |
| Age | Early forties |
| Race | Hobbit |
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| Residence | The Bree Hill, Rosethorn estate |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Wisterhya is a hobbit of particular short and wide stature. Despite this, however, she will always stand proudly with a straight back and chin held high, which in returns makes her appear to hardly lack any height compared to other of her kin. Vividly brown locks curl down her chest and frames her round face, unless it is tied up neatly with various hair adornments, often fine silver. Her skin radiates with warm hues, contrasting the otherwise cold tones she tends to favour. A permanent blush is strewn across her fair complexion and intensified with powder rouge. Dark, mysterious blue eyes gaze upon the world, solemnly and sometimes judging. Her facial muscles always remain relaxed, except for an occasional smile or furrowing of her well-tended, thick browns. Her lips are always colourful, most often tinted with deep reds and browns and occasionally curls into an oddly crooked smile. Above her full lips is a dark beauty mark apparent. Her dresses are without fault appropriate for the weather and the situation. In winter, she wears fur shawls and fine crocheted adornments. Her outfits are impeccable, and one may wonder just how many different clothing items she owns. Never, however, does she wear shoes. |
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Background
Born and raised on the Bree Hill amongst two siblings and a slew of workers on the estate.
The Rosethorns are among the very richest of Breeish hobbits, and their wealth is apparent to all. The Rosethorn Estate is found upon the most exclusive point of the Bree Hill. Furthermore, whilst travelling up the hill, one would discover that several of the smaller homes are, in fact, owned and rented out by the family.
The family's wealth is mainly thanks to their pipeweed business, growing sorts from the South Farthing of The Shire, that are otherwise hard, expensive or impossible to obtain in Bree. In Wisterhya's lifetime, her father has extended the business to involve investments in pony breeding and the aforementioned housing efforts.
Wisterhya personally has a limited interest in the business. Her family fights back and forth on the matter of who shall be the heir, little brother Doderick or elder sister Valerhya. This family drama has left Wisterhya with much freedom and alonetime. Unfortunately, it has also resulted in her distancing herself from the family; mainly spending time at the Scholar's Hall, where she has been labouring over the creation of a book.
Wisterhya married one of her three suitors: Odo Hayward, owner of the Hayward Trading Company situated in Staddle. It is only a pragmatic marriage for mutual gain and she is obviously hesitant to introduce herself as his wife as well as mention the homelife at all. She remains still at the beckoning call of her father for diplomatic tasks, but is taking an extended break from her academic writings as she otherwise so loves.
Any locals to Bree-land are welcome to be familiar with the Rosethorn estate and/or pipe-weed business, though this is absolutely not necessary.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Living and healthy parents, a younger brother and older sister. |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Blueberry scones, reading, sunsets, (most) tea, beautiful things, parfume |
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| Hates | Dirty things, mess, licorice tea, ale, bugs, ugly clothing worn on purpose. |
| Motivation | To publish books, marry a wealthy man and raise a small handful of good children. |
| Quotes | "My name's Wisterhya, that's Wis-ter-yah, thank you kindly!", "Shut up, bandana." |
Wisterhya's Adventures
| A Report on the Events at Combe Lumber Camp | 3 years 7 months ago |
| Diary excerpt #2 | 3 years 10 months ago |
| A Letter Addressed to Arindiis Ashdown | 4 years 1 week ago |
| A Letter Addressed to Angrinc | 4 years 3 weeks ago |
| Diary Excerpt #1 | 4 years 3 months ago |
