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Name:Nira Reed
Sex:Female
Age:29
Hair Color/Style:Her hair is near to straw colored and bound into several thick, loose braids that brush the tops of her shoulders. It also has a tendency to get into her eyes, and once every few years or so she'll chop it short with all the care and attention of a butcher hacking off a bad sliver of meat.
Eye Color: A green that, were one poetically inclined, could be accurately described as "the color of the algae you might find dwelling in a trough of water".
Skin Tone/Pattern: She's a dark mahogany all over, with just a bit of lighter dappling across her back and down her calves.
Other Physical Details: Average in height, her body bears evidence to its time carrying children in the form of hips that are a bit wider and a stomach that is somewhat less toned and graceful-looking than those of more svelte Serran women. Her arms are strong and muscled from her work as a barrel-maker, and overall her aura is that of one who is strong and capable. It also seems she can't go more than a moment without cracking a smile of some sort.
Occupation (if any):Barrel maker, occasional fisher, delivery woman
Skills: Excellent at making barrels, knows a fair bit about wood, boats, fishing and the like. Can chop a pile of firewood or mend a net like nobody's business, though she's no great shakes at finer carpentry work. She's quite strong physically, and has the rather dubious talent of being able to befriend even those folk you might consider unsavory.
Personality:
Nira is very in the moment, and has virtually no capacity for long term planning. This tends to get her into situations that are less than ideal, but it also makes her some interesting friends and allies. She's quite curious and will shamelessly poke her nose into everyone's business, finding ways to involve herself in everything. Sometimes she might get a case of the dulls if she feels she is not appreciated or helpful, but they go away if she's got something to occupy her time. She gets along famously with children, though she's not tremendously good at disciplining her own on a regular basis. That's what their father and aunts are for, isn't it? She's rather oblivious to the subtleties of social interaction, and will just blurt out whatever sounds good at the time. Her remedy for a serious situation is levity, so even if she's feeling the gravity of the moment, she won't express it in quite the same way as others.
Brief History:
Nira's family made their living from the vast forest that bordered their home. Her father was a trapper and a carpenter, whilst her mother grew vegetables and practiced a bit of healing for families that lived nearby. As she grew, Nira tried her hand at each of these crafts, systematically failing each one in some way or another. She was too loud to stalk properly, too heavy-handed for woodwork, she gave the nice old woman down the road a nasty rash when she accidentally dosed her with poison leke leaves, and the less said about the turnips she tried growing, the better. By the time she was fifteen, Nira had been relegated to a delivery girl, taking her father's wares to a larger market bordering a small river and returning with things like fish and fresh Nuru milk. She grew to know many of the folk surrounding the dock, and, through strange happenstance, found herself quite adept at the making of barrels, much to the delight of the local cooper. Taking up an apprenticeship and a life away from the insular home she had grown up in, she found she'd some purpose now.
As per usual with her, however, her attention began to wander a bit. She'd find herself watching as her handiwork was loaded and packed onto watercraft bound for the Kellis Waterway, and who knew where else. With her usual aptitude for leaping before she looked, she worked her way into the crew of a trade ship bound for a place she didn't bother to ask over. Eventually, as these things often go, she found herself married to the ship's captain, a fellow named Sirelt, at the age of nineteen. They stayed aboard until right before she was to have her first child. Sirelt was more than happy to stay ashore at the prospect of a family, leaving charge of his ship to his first mate. The couple settled to raising their first child who was followed by a second and a third within a respectable amount of time. The children showed a likening to boats and the river life in general, the oldest enjoying fishing excursions while the middle child played happily at making barrels. Nira, on the other hand, was getting a bit of the wanderlust again. She positively began to itch for something new to do. When a young Kyrider and his Kyrka crossed their paths on the docks one day, she felt the compass that had been swinging aimlessly suddenly point toward this new future. Sirelt and the children wished her well, their youngest daughter putting up a fuss only because no one would let her pet the pretty Kyrka. There were no misgivings to be had, she would just be back sooner if things did not go according to plan. But be back she would, one day.
I sincerely hope this is not problematic in any major way.
";
Sex:Female
Age:29
Hair Color/Style:Her hair is near to straw colored and bound into several thick, loose braids that brush the tops of her shoulders. It also has a tendency to get into her eyes, and once every few years or so she'll chop it short with all the care and attention of a butcher hacking off a bad sliver of meat.
Eye Color: A green that, were one poetically inclined, could be accurately described as "the color of the algae you might find dwelling in a trough of water".
Skin Tone/Pattern: She's a dark mahogany all over, with just a bit of lighter dappling across her back and down her calves.
Other Physical Details: Average in height, her body bears evidence to its time carrying children in the form of hips that are a bit wider and a stomach that is somewhat less toned and graceful-looking than those of more svelte Serran women. Her arms are strong and muscled from her work as a barrel-maker, and overall her aura is that of one who is strong and capable. It also seems she can't go more than a moment without cracking a smile of some sort.
Occupation (if any):Barrel maker, occasional fisher, delivery woman
Skills: Excellent at making barrels, knows a fair bit about wood, boats, fishing and the like. Can chop a pile of firewood or mend a net like nobody's business, though she's no great shakes at finer carpentry work. She's quite strong physically, and has the rather dubious talent of being able to befriend even those folk you might consider unsavory.
Personality:
Nira is very in the moment, and has virtually no capacity for long term planning. This tends to get her into situations that are less than ideal, but it also makes her some interesting friends and allies. She's quite curious and will shamelessly poke her nose into everyone's business, finding ways to involve herself in everything. Sometimes she might get a case of the dulls if she feels she is not appreciated or helpful, but they go away if she's got something to occupy her time. She gets along famously with children, though she's not tremendously good at disciplining her own on a regular basis. That's what their father and aunts are for, isn't it? She's rather oblivious to the subtleties of social interaction, and will just blurt out whatever sounds good at the time. Her remedy for a serious situation is levity, so even if she's feeling the gravity of the moment, she won't express it in quite the same way as others.
Brief History:
Nira's family made their living from the vast forest that bordered their home. Her father was a trapper and a carpenter, whilst her mother grew vegetables and practiced a bit of healing for families that lived nearby. As she grew, Nira tried her hand at each of these crafts, systematically failing each one in some way or another. She was too loud to stalk properly, too heavy-handed for woodwork, she gave the nice old woman down the road a nasty rash when she accidentally dosed her with poison leke leaves, and the less said about the turnips she tried growing, the better. By the time she was fifteen, Nira had been relegated to a delivery girl, taking her father's wares to a larger market bordering a small river and returning with things like fish and fresh Nuru milk. She grew to know many of the folk surrounding the dock, and, through strange happenstance, found herself quite adept at the making of barrels, much to the delight of the local cooper. Taking up an apprenticeship and a life away from the insular home she had grown up in, she found she'd some purpose now.
As per usual with her, however, her attention began to wander a bit. She'd find herself watching as her handiwork was loaded and packed onto watercraft bound for the Kellis Waterway, and who knew where else. With her usual aptitude for leaping before she looked, she worked her way into the crew of a trade ship bound for a place she didn't bother to ask over. Eventually, as these things often go, she found herself married to the ship's captain, a fellow named Sirelt, at the age of nineteen. They stayed aboard until right before she was to have her first child. Sirelt was more than happy to stay ashore at the prospect of a family, leaving charge of his ship to his first mate. The couple settled to raising their first child who was followed by a second and a third within a respectable amount of time. The children showed a likening to boats and the river life in general, the oldest enjoying fishing excursions while the middle child played happily at making barrels. Nira, on the other hand, was getting a bit of the wanderlust again. She positively began to itch for something new to do. When a young Kyrider and his Kyrka crossed their paths on the docks one day, she felt the compass that had been swinging aimlessly suddenly point toward this new future. Sirelt and the children wished her well, their youngest daughter putting up a fuss only because no one would let her pet the pretty Kyrka. There were no misgivings to be had, she would just be back sooner if things did not go according to plan. But be back she would, one day.
I sincerely hope this is not problematic in any major way.
";
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Ell wrote:
Name:Nira Reed
Sex:Female
Age:29
Hair Color/Style:Her hair is near to straw colored and bound into several thick, loose braids that brush the tops of her shoulders. It also has a tendency to get into her eyes, and once every few years or so she'll chop it short with all the care and attention of a butcher hacking off a bad sliver of meat.
Eye Color: A green that, were one poetically inclined, could be accurately described as "the color of the algae you might find dwelling in a trough of water".
Skin Tone/Pattern: She's a dark mahogany all over, with just a bit of lighter dappling across her back and down her calves.
Other Physical Details: Average in height, her body bears evidence to its time carrying children in the form of hips that are a bit wider and a stomach that is somewhat less toned and graceful-looking than those of more svelte Serran women. Her arms are strong and muscled from her work as a barrel-maker, and overall her aura is that of one who is strong and capable. It also seems she can't go more than a moment without cracking a smile of some sort.
Occupation (if any):Barrel maker, occasional fisher, delivery woman
Skills: Excellent at making barrels, knows a fair bit about wood, boats, fishing and the like. Can chop a pile of firewood or mend a net like nobody's business, though she's no great shakes at finer carpentry work. She's quite strong physically, and has the rather dubious talent of being able to befriend even those folk you might consider unsavory.
Personality:
Nira is very in the moment, and has virtually no capacity for long term planning. This tends to get her into situations that are less than ideal, but it also makes her some interesting friends and allies. She's quite curious and will shamelessly poke her nose into everyone's business, finding ways to involve herself in everything. Sometimes she might get a case of the dulls if she feels she is not appreciated or helpful, but they go away if she's got something to occupy her time. She gets along famously with children, though she's not tremendously good at disciplining her own on a regular basis. That's what their father and aunts are for, isn't it? She's rather oblivious to the subtleties of social interaction, and will just blurt out whatever sounds good at the time. Her remedy for a serious situation is levity, so even if she's feeling the gravity of the moment, she won't express it in quite the same way as others.
Brief History:
Nira's family made their living from the vast forest that bordered their home. Her father was a trapper and a carpenter, whilst her mother grew vegetables and practiced a bit of healing for families that lived nearby. As she grew, Nira tried her hand at each of these crafts, systematically failing each one in some way or another. She was too loud to stalk properly, too heavy-handed for woodwork, she gave the nice old woman down the road a nasty rash when she accidentally dosed her with poison leke leaves, and the less said about the turnips she tried growing, the better. By the time she was fifteen, Nira had been relegated to a delivery girl, taking her father's wares to a larger market bordering a small river and returning with things like fish and fresh Nuru milk. She grew to know many of the folk surrounding the dock, and, through strange happenstance, found herself quite adept at the making of barrels, much to the delight of the local cooper. Taking up an apprenticeship and a life away from the insular home she had grown up in, she found she'd some purpose now.
As per usual with her, however, her attention began to wander a bit. She'd find herself watching as her handiwork was loaded and packed onto watercraft bound for the Kellis Waterway, and who knew where else. With her usual aptitude for leaping before she looked, she worked her way into the crew of a trade ship bound for a place she didn't bother to ask over. Eventually, as these things often go, she found herself married to the ship's captain, a fellow named Sirelt, at the age of nineteen. They stayed aboard until right before she was to have her first child. Sirelt was more than happy to stay ashore at the prospect of a family, leaving charge of his ship to his first mate. The couple settled to raising their first child who was followed by a second and a third within a respectable amount of time. The children showed a likening to boats and the river life in general, the oldest enjoying fishing excursions while the middle child played happily at making barrels. Nira, on the other hand, was getting a bit of the wanderlust again. She positively began to itch for something new to do. When a young Kyrider and his Kyrka crossed their paths on the docks one day, she felt the compass that had been swinging aimlessly suddenly point toward this new future. Sirelt and the children wished her well, their youngest daughter putting up a fuss only because no one would let her pet the pretty Kyrka. There were no misgivings to be had, she would just be back sooner if things did not go according to plan. But be back she would, one day.
I sincerely hope this is not problematic in any major way.
Sex:Female
Age:29
Hair Color/Style:Her hair is near to straw colored and bound into several thick, loose braids that brush the tops of her shoulders. It also has a tendency to get into her eyes, and once every few years or so she'll chop it short with all the care and attention of a butcher hacking off a bad sliver of meat.
Eye Color: A green that, were one poetically inclined, could be accurately described as "the color of the algae you might find dwelling in a trough of water".
Skin Tone/Pattern: She's a dark mahogany all over, with just a bit of lighter dappling across her back and down her calves.
Other Physical Details: Average in height, her body bears evidence to its time carrying children in the form of hips that are a bit wider and a stomach that is somewhat less toned and graceful-looking than those of more svelte Serran women. Her arms are strong and muscled from her work as a barrel-maker, and overall her aura is that of one who is strong and capable. It also seems she can't go more than a moment without cracking a smile of some sort.
Occupation (if any):Barrel maker, occasional fisher, delivery woman
Skills: Excellent at making barrels, knows a fair bit about wood, boats, fishing and the like. Can chop a pile of firewood or mend a net like nobody's business, though she's no great shakes at finer carpentry work. She's quite strong physically, and has the rather dubious talent of being able to befriend even those folk you might consider unsavory.
Personality:
Nira is very in the moment, and has virtually no capacity for long term planning. This tends to get her into situations that are less than ideal, but it also makes her some interesting friends and allies. She's quite curious and will shamelessly poke her nose into everyone's business, finding ways to involve herself in everything. Sometimes she might get a case of the dulls if she feels she is not appreciated or helpful, but they go away if she's got something to occupy her time. She gets along famously with children, though she's not tremendously good at disciplining her own on a regular basis. That's what their father and aunts are for, isn't it? She's rather oblivious to the subtleties of social interaction, and will just blurt out whatever sounds good at the time. Her remedy for a serious situation is levity, so even if she's feeling the gravity of the moment, she won't express it in quite the same way as others.
Brief History:
Nira's family made their living from the vast forest that bordered their home. Her father was a trapper and a carpenter, whilst her mother grew vegetables and practiced a bit of healing for families that lived nearby. As she grew, Nira tried her hand at each of these crafts, systematically failing each one in some way or another. She was too loud to stalk properly, too heavy-handed for woodwork, she gave the nice old woman down the road a nasty rash when she accidentally dosed her with poison leke leaves, and the less said about the turnips she tried growing, the better. By the time she was fifteen, Nira had been relegated to a delivery girl, taking her father's wares to a larger market bordering a small river and returning with things like fish and fresh Nuru milk. She grew to know many of the folk surrounding the dock, and, through strange happenstance, found herself quite adept at the making of barrels, much to the delight of the local cooper. Taking up an apprenticeship and a life away from the insular home she had grown up in, she found she'd some purpose now.
As per usual with her, however, her attention began to wander a bit. She'd find herself watching as her handiwork was loaded and packed onto watercraft bound for the Kellis Waterway, and who knew where else. With her usual aptitude for leaping before she looked, she worked her way into the crew of a trade ship bound for a place she didn't bother to ask over. Eventually, as these things often go, she found herself married to the ship's captain, a fellow named Sirelt, at the age of nineteen. They stayed aboard until right before she was to have her first child. Sirelt was more than happy to stay ashore at the prospect of a family, leaving charge of his ship to his first mate. The couple settled to raising their first child who was followed by a second and a third within a respectable amount of time. The children showed a likening to boats and the river life in general, the oldest enjoying fishing excursions while the middle child played happily at making barrels. Nira, on the other hand, was getting a bit of the wanderlust again. She positively began to itch for something new to do. When a young Kyrider and his Kyrka crossed their paths on the docks one day, she felt the compass that had been swinging aimlessly suddenly point toward this new future. Sirelt and the children wished her well, their youngest daughter putting up a fuss only because no one would let her pet the pretty Kyrka. There were no misgivings to be had, she would just be back sooner if things did not go according to plan. But be back she would, one day.
I sincerely hope this is not problematic in any major way.
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