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Name: Eglantine Malina
Age: 27 Occupation: Farmer/Shopkeep/Traveler Pronouns: She/her Species: Markhor Height: 180 cm Can be called 'overly rational' but also 'spontaneous', not always deciding to adhere to usual reserved judgment. This turn from caution is typically if lacking choice or sense for matters. Even if something ends badly, there is often an attempt to pick up the situation again in a relatively unfazed manner, herself or other complexities potentially included in that effort. Responsible to an overall extent, besides organized. Despite appearing harsh at times, that is not quite a deliberate choice; spite viewed as pointless for the most part. Knows what is usually necessary, as far as understanding exists.
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Tangled yarn Overcast skies Graveled terrain Rhubarb Being long idle Beachfronts Named after a type of briar-rose. Which kind, she will not say.
Hears a significant amount, while not quite a gossip. Being respected, a relative degree of information is dumped on her from others, even when she is observant otherwise. Her age is dubious; but she’s physically somewhere around her 30s in most probability. Kind, but prickly. Work is forefront and remains one basis for others' discourse. Listens frequently not commenting on matters or spreading information by far. Most likely lives around the gate area of a given town, being focused on crop work aside from related fields. Carranfield has various crop fields about its perimeter, one which she can often be found around otherwise. The terrain looked after and buildings nearby belong to family, although her family members are overall distant from that particular landscape. Not stationary. Travels on occasion to sell her goods across a few nearby towns. May or may not disappear on occasion for similar purposes. When asked about leaves, her usual response is that she 'went over the bridge'. When any of the above occurs, her home and storefront are closed for a varying duration. “Where are you from?" is likely a question that is occasionally asked to new residents and travelers. She usually does not expect an answer, even if receiving one. Those who can give a response are often told to leave as soon as possible, that still viable. Collects stones from the fields she works in. Odd ones occasionally have holes bored through them, which she hangs up around her windows to act as a sort of makeshift decoration and windchime. Currently has about seven or eight distributed around her awning, which are sometimes stolen, but this is not given much mind. When infrequently crossing a river, such as that which flows around and through Sien, she often stops to pick up rocks and practice her aim. Much stronger than she appears. Could likely break a small boulder apart if it would not wound her similarly. Does not use this strength often while farming, preferring to not disturb anything. Drinks on occasion, but often not enough to disorient herself. Has a relative understanding of crops and weeds, although she only occasionally utilizes what is torn up. The rest is used for compost and given out for fodder. |
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An individual from a considerably long ancestry, within records and prior to them. Although monetary factors are not extensive as they can be, this is not a focus in her own perspective either. Having a backdrop that involves a considerable amount of knowledge, accrued over the centuries evident, neither is she ignorant of certain phenomena and factors. In not making fact outwardly evident, and instead keeping to discretion, she does not overlook the importance of her heritage. Rather, supporting what and who she can is an ambient and often underlying direction. |