Oribella's history is pretty unremarkable.

Her family (the Honeyblossoms) own a vineyard and winery, and she always grew up fairly well-to-do, being of Fallohide blood. She has plenty of brothers and sisters and cousins and second-cousins running all over the place, so she was never lonely.

Just a bit odd.

When children would play in the mud and climb trees, she'd go just a bit further. Maybe wade further out into the swamp than the other kids. Climb higher on every tree, just to prove that she could. Go poking into places she shouldn't. To put it shortly, she wasn't an outcast, but she was certainly the 'problem child'. Even in her family, crazy as they seem to the rest of the Westfarthing, she always took things just a little too far.

She often 'ran away', which usually ended in failure. Sneaking into produce carts, usually. The one time she didn't get caught, she found herself somewhere in Breeland, and she was ecstatic. Before the farmer scolded her and promptly took her home, reprimanding her the whole way.

Being a fearless loudmouth, good-natured as she was, got her into a fair bit of trouble. It's lucky that she's never shown any interest in romance (that anyone's aware of, anyway), because most respectable mothers wouldn't let their sons near her for fear of losing them to this wild, muddy siren who would corrupt them and take them away to live in some uncomfortable, creaky wagon, never to return.

As she grew up, she was also becoming more of a public nuisance, but in a way that was a bit more enjoyable to others. She sang and played the lute, usually. Occasionally, she got some of the neighbors to join in and sing bawdy ballads that made uptight housewives squirm. That was her passion. Music, she found, was her one true talent. With a lovely, powerful voice and an affinity for rhythm, singing, playing, and dancing became an outlet for her misbehavior.

But only for so long. She got it in her head to travel around the Shire to see what songs the other villages liked the best, and it sort of...escalated from there.

So if you see her in Bree or, goodness forbid it, the Lone-lands, that's probably what happened there.

As of late, she's taken on a traveling companion. A scrawny chicken she stole right off of a Hobnanigans field. No lie there. She ran right in during a game, tucked the confused little hen under her arm, and ran off into the night. She calls her 'Primrose' and can often be found arguing with her over something-or-other. It would seem one-sided if it weren't for Rosie's emphatic clucking and bawking and weird chicken-glares. Regardless, the two are now never seen apart. Primrose might just be the most spoiled hen in all of Eriador.