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Imbles
Imbles, Holder of Baby Animals
| Name | Imbles |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | She care-takes animals (and may do so for people again), but also tailors and cooks, |
| Age | Old (though young in the world) |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Where there is grass to sleep soundly on. |
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| Outward Appearance | Imbles in her clothing seems akin to a child wrapped in a blanket, to where when wind catches it the long skirts and cowl billows like a sail, and she is small and protected within it. The dress is modest, and the colors soft, created from the care of her sheep’s wool, and peeking from it all her face with eyes like a does, and hair in silver sea-foam curls. Her hair, would she reveal it to you, would be long to her feet, holding her like a veil for a bride, though is naturally hidden in her scarfs and hoods. Her voice is a mouse, and her movement a frightened puppy, and her love a mother bird's. It is not rare to find her cheeks pink and flushed, from excitement, fear, or embarrassment (quite easily embarrassed, for there is much to be embarrassed about, like forgetting your pleases and thank yous).
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Background
(Art by yours truly! Of Imbles with her beloved sheep, Eulistse. (Oh, yes, by those eyes you may discern she gets away with everything.)
Breif overview of the kindly and cowardly Imbles
Imbles is the peaking head of a rabbit from its burrow.
This elven maid has only just returned to ‘people-folk’ as she calls them. Her life was spent for the longevity of it in the woods and glens, fields and pastures of Middle Earth, watching life from afar, hidden amongst her animal companions. Indeed, Imbles is a care-taker of animals, and they are beloved to her, for she gives unto them care as a mother would, and they fill her life with contentment.
(Art by me, again. Younger Imbles and her animal family).
She is in herself a gentle thing, and works to not put her great sorrow or great love onto others with much force, working to compose herself, and is rather gentle in that regard, though composure often fails. She is introspective, empathetic, and excitable, and cowardly of the night, of the dark, and of anything unfamiliar (of most things, please extend your protection over her, she is a timid, meek thing- it is rather pathetic). She is loving to all creatures and their differences, and only wishes to open her arms to them, should they wish it. Years of animal-companionship is rather different to folk-company, and she wonders often and loves greatly. Though she has barriers, she will barrage someone with a hug in but a moment’s time, should they wish it or no, and in that reveals that her heart is in the right place, a lover of peace, and like a first breath into finding new friendships and family.
To her, the world is of sorrow and love, and to her heart, she holds those in dear, be she in need of a cry, or a hug. While she wades her path, she always chooses love, the path of a care-taker.
(Imbles and her husband, who is *her* caretaker.)
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Tinfalas - Husband, Thalias - Son (departed) |
| Rivals/Enemies | That would infer something scary, and she would much rather not involve herself in "scary". |
| Loves | Likes: Animals (oh, the love of animals), sheep, the breeze, fancy clothing, kindly companionship, wondering, caregiving, playing outdoors, hugs, baby's breath, babysitting, and non-scary bedtime stories |
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| Hates | |
| Motivation | To love, of course (Animals, mostly, but people-folk grow on her) |
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