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Grawnya
Grawnya Larkshield
| Name | Grawnya |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Merchant, farmer, baker, semi-retired sellsword, co-owner of The Knackered Neekerbreeker Inn |
| Age | Well past her majority and swiftly passing middle aged. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Grawnya is a tall woman with a svelte, athletic build and a regal bearing. She's well past her majority; copper colored hair having faded to white, crows feet at the corner of her eyes and smile lines carve a path down from the sides of her nose to the corner of her lips. There's mirth and confidence in her pale green eyes and she possesses a queenly sort of beauty.
There's sometimes a severity to her that doesn't spring from cruelty, but from carrying much grief and rage. She has a sharp edge to her smiles, though they are genuine and she seems a soul whose natural state is to be of fiery good cheer. she sometimes gets a distant, haunted look in her eyes, as if her demons aren't dead, just mildly concussed.
her pale hands are well calloused but her nails meticulously cared for, as is her gear. In the wilds she's always armed with shield and sword, various daggers on her person at all times, some easy to spot, some not.
Her long hair is usually pulled up out of the way and held in place by very fine, intricately carved wooden combs or sometimes a gold band. Rare it is to see her without a fine circlet of some sort or flowers made of leather and cloth decorating her hair, sometimes a whole wreath of such flowers. She almost always has a few pieces of jewelry on.
her pale skin is peppered with many a scar, though almost all are pale and slight. The most noticeable sign of hurt is a chunk taken out of the top of her right ear, the wound looking quite old and usually hidden by the wreaths or circlets she wears.
She speaks with a smoky, authoritative alto, her accent hard to place, seems a melting pot of places. Upon her long neck hangs a chain of silver and one of gold. Upon the silver chain is a silver shield pendant with a lark engraved upon it, along with two rings: one of silver and one of gold with a small oval emerald upon it. On the gold chain hangs a tiny golden frying pan pendant.
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Background
A Rohirrim by birth, born to a brave rider of the Mark and wise horse breeder, trainer and farrier, Grawnya’s upbringing was one filled with hard work caring for horses, and training with sword and shield, though her childhood was filled with love and laughter. When she came of age she married her best friend at the time, a young Rider of the Mark who was killed only three years into their marriage. Long did Grawnya mourn, losing both her father and mother not long after she lost her husband. Almost a decade would pass before she opened her heart and found love once more, wedding a Healer from Gondor by the name of Richidan.
Grawnya relocated to Gondor with her new husband and there they lived happy lives together. Richidan helped many a folk with his healing arts and Grawnya continued her training with sword and shield as well as aiding her husband in his Apothecary Shop until Richidan’s passing years later. It was at that time that Grawnya and her friend Maevie, whom was also recently widowed, left Gondor together, joining up with a caravan of merchants and entertainers. Grawnya found companionship and work amongst the band of sellswords that accompanied the caravan to protect their profits.
Eventually Grawnya and Maevie parted ways with the caravan, wishing to travel further than the caravan's planned route, Grawnya continuing to earn a living as a sellsword. Long they traveled together until their wanderings brought them to Eriador and they came to Bree-land, finding that they favored the land so much that they wished to call it home and so they settled there.
In Bree-land she made the acquaintance of Joseuf Sutcliffe and Tivlyn Locksley, two oddities that would become like family to her, and with Tivlyn she co-owns The Knackered Neekerbreeker Inn. Grawnya also learned that her brother, whom had traveled to Eriador before her, but had been slain by orcs on his journey home, had fathered a child before his passing, her nephew Darryll, whom she met in Bree-land.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | A nephew named Darryll. She also looks upon Joseuf and Tivlyn as her nephew and niece. |
| Rivals/Enemies | She holds a burning hatred for orcs. |
| Loves | Her friends, valor, compassion, acts of service, honesty, bawdy jokes, meals, pretty jewelry, fine fabrics, baking and cooking, a good drink, hard workers, cursing, a good brawl, dancing, music, parties. |
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| Hates | Orcs, when people hurt someone just because they enjoy causing misery, laziness, thieves whom steal from hardworking folk, people who hurt children, sloppiness, when people don't pay their tab. |
| Motivation | To live well for those that she loved who have departed this life. |
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