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Annalia

Annalia Winrey Miller

Name Annalia
Status
Active
Occupation
Proctor of Brinson Orphanage
Age
Young enough to have vibrance, old enough to know what to do with it.
Race
Man
Residence
The Orphanage (Lowbanks' estate)
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

Appearance: Common and Breeish, not entirely too tall. Her hair is dark, but she has very outstandingly blue eyes. She keeps her hair long, and strait.

She tends to prefer the same dress time and time again, wears no fancy gems or pendants, and usually has a very joyful, but calm expression.

 

Political Affiliation: Very lawful, and somewhat important to the village given her choice to take care of it's wayward youth.

 

Religion: Touchy, prefers not to speak of this topic.


Education: Reasonably well learned from the nanny she grew up with, literate, and forthright intelligent.

 

Languages spoken:  Westron.
 


Weapons (if any): She does not carry any weapon, because they are a bad influence on the children.. But she does keep a dagger in her night stand, in case of an unwanted visitor in the night.
 


Occupation(s): Orphanage operator.

 

Special Abilities/Skills:  Able to communicate well with young children, and adults alike.

 

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: She has Pyrophobia, fear of fire. She has a peculiar fear of witchcraft, despite never seeing it before, and she is quickly annoyed by misbehaving children. 

 

Other notable quirks: She tends to refer to people by pet names like, 'sweety', or 'hun'. She doesn't seem to ever become angry, just slightly more serious. She seems to be superstitious, never letting a black cat cross her path.

 

Background

Not one of pleasant history. At a remarkably young age, Annalia was orphaned. her parents, Mirabelle and Landers Miller died at roughly the same time when a plague infested the lower part of Bree, carried by rats.

Hardly having the faintest memory of the pair, she would recount her true guardian as Daniel Brinson, proprietor of the Bree South Orphanage. A kind man, as caring as he was rotund, he was fatherly and kind towards all of his foster children. She lived out her childhood in BSO until the age of fourteen. she was sadly, not removed by a loving couple looking for a fourteen year old daughter.

It was early in the winter, and the fireplace had just started to be stirred awake to shake off the cold that was looming through the halls of the orphanage. For reasons unknown even to this day, the fire from the main room swept across the room, and quickly consumed the entire house. There was little to no time to react. The boy's wing was still escapable, and they were all quickly ushered out without much assistance. The girl's, was another story entirely.

With the pathway caught on fire, the young girls had to climb out of a window to escape. Daniel, muscled his way through the the inferno to try and rescue the girls inside. With scars already forming from his charge through the fire, he used every bit of strength he had pushing the smaller children out of the doorway, to the best of his abilities. 

Annalia, was among the oldest. Big enough to be one of the last, too small to get out by herself, she was the final child hoisted out from the small window. Daniel was, just a bit too large of a man to squeeze through the window himself. The last thing Annalia remembers of that day, is seeing the building collapse under it's own weight. Daniel didn't make it out in time

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Some time has passed since that incident, a bit over a decade in fact.

Through a good bit of carefully worded groveling to the mayor, and the village moot, she was able to scrape up the funds from the town's coffers to build and furbish a new orphanage. With added fire safety measures.

Friends
Amitee, would count as her closest friend, though she has many.
Relatives
Long gone, other than her Four year old son, Charles Miller (Charlie)
Rivals/Enemies
None of note.
Loves
Children, sunlight, the park, apples, and the color green. Amitee.
Hates
Hate is a very strong word.
Motivation
To give the orphans of Bree another chance.
Quotes
"Apoligize, right now, mister!"

Annalia's Adventures

Annalia's Adventures

Annalia's Gallery

Annalia's Gallery