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Threshe
Threshe
| Name | Threshe |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Vaguely skilled at healing arts. Local ragamuffin. |
| Age | The cusp of womanhood |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-town |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A nondescript figure who moves mostly unseen and keeps very much to herself. Her clothes are threadbare and thrifty, but mended by skilled fingers, using whatever rags she can obtain. This leaves her looking a bit like a patchwork doll at first glance. She carries no visible weapons. Raven locks tumble about her shoulders unless swept back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck, her features are plain but not unpleasing to behold, and her eyes are the color of the sea.
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Background
| Friends | Stray animals. Her own imagination. |
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| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Animals of all sorts. A warm bed and a full belly. Daydreaming. |
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| Hates | Nasty people, going without food or warmth. |
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Threshe's Adventures
| The Taste of Iron | 8 years 1 month ago |
| Trying | 8 years 1 month ago |
| The Scent of Rosemary | 8 years 1 month ago |
