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Issle
Issle "Little Eye"
| Name | Issle |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Trapper & Deerstalker |
| Age | Thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Far Chetwood |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Physique Issle is a woman of lean stature and precise posture. She stands at five foot five, weighs seven and a half stone, with flush skin the color of buttermilk. Her muscles are well-toned and sturdy. Sharp collarbones like the branches of a yew tree are freckled and scarred. A cast of similar scars marks her forearms and back; shapes ranging from tree scratches to knife wounds. She typically crosses her legs when she sits on the ground, carefully crossing her ankles when she sits on armchairs.
Physiognomy The woman's face is angular, but sturdy, not unlike her build. Scarlet sloped cheekbones frame a slender upturned nose. She has a strong, thin jaw. Her mouth is formed by steep, full lips, often cracked like parchment from exposure to the sun. Thick eyebrows are arched over her wary, dazzling green fox eyes; green that glows like golden rays of sun in the firelight. Though rosy, her forehead is free of freckles and blemishes. Wavy, auburn locks are cut short to frame her face.
Clothing A threadbare vest of furs and exposed stitching is fitted well around her torso. Underneath, she wears simple cloth shirts of green or white. Her hide pants are tucked unevenly into trail-worn boots which carry an earthy smell of loam and wildflowers. Hanging around her neck, tucked deep within her shirt - a small, silver-trimmed bell that rarely sounds.
Equipment A field made pack of unevenly tanned hides rests evenly on her back. Hanging from its tassels are various small vice-traps and tails of large rodents. A small hatched and a canvas bedroll are tucked tightly against the back of the pack. A small knife is sheathed and hooked on the outside of the woman's left boot. |
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Background
Personality
Distant and lost in her thoughts. She speaks in a stout accent; warm but brassy.
Rumors
She mostly keeps to herself, stopping to warm herself in The Pony every once in a while. She can pass for a Bree-lander to strangers, but she does fit in with the locals.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | Hillmen of the Ettenmoors |
| Loves | The Embers of a Dying Fire, Open Skies, The Hills |
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| Hates | Wet Feet, Unwanted Attention |
| Motivation | To Start Anew... |
| Quotes | "Elle always said..." |
