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Arriette
Arriette Knotwise
| Name | Arriette |
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| Occupation | Shire mischief maker, swindler, and thief |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Hobbit |
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| Residence | Waymeet, The Shire |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Arriette is the portrait of a youthful scamp: her face is round and cherubic, her eyes are robin’s egg blue and full of mischief, and her lightly tanned cheeks have a healthy smattering of freckles. She wears her red-brown hair in a boyish pixie cut. It is rare to see her without some kind of stain or smear on her face or clothing, usually dirt or evidence of stolen food. |
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Background
The Knotwise family were simple Hobbit-folk, mostly comprised of farmers and merchants, who prided themselves on never being anything but ordinary. That was until Arriette was born. The freckled girl was a menace from the day she could walk, whether thieving cooling pies from windowsills or dyeing Farmer Sandson’s chickens with bilberry juice. Her main joy in life growing up was speaking with all the traders and travelers that stopped in Waymeet; hearing stories of the road and from faraway lands made the child ache for adventure. As she grew older, pranks and thieving became her primary sources of fun and there were few Hobbits who hadn’t heard the pattering of her feet on their rooftops during one of her getaways. Her family groaned with shame as time and time again their daughter was brought home by the ear, an impish grin on her face. Though not a mean bone in her body, Arriette is highly impulsive and behaves according to what strikes her as most amusing at any given moment. Her thieving is akin to a magpie’s and her pranks are purely a show of her wit (though others do not view it quite the same). She seems to think everyone is as delighted by her antics as she and believes she has many friends, when in fact they shake their heads and whisper about her as soon as she runs off. Arriette would complain about the Shire at any given chance, claiming she would leave it in a mouse’s heartbeat if she could. However, her true feelings may be more muddled than she realizes.
| Friends | none |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | Trophies, mischief, excitement, friends, food and drink |
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| Hates | Boredom, being scared, confinement |
| Motivation | To have fun, by whatever strikes her fancy (this includes exploring outside the Shire) |
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