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Isebrien
Isebrien
| Name | Isebrien |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Healer-in-training; occasional bard. |
| Age | Young adult. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Rivendell |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A bright-eyed Silvan lass, tall and skinny as a sapling, unburdened by the passage of time and what little of it she has seen. She carries the youthful swagger of one who knows nothing of hardship and does not expect to ever encounter such a thing. She eschews the flowing dresses so often worn by Rivendell's elf-maidens in favor of boots and trousers, and wears the verdant heraldry of her woodland home with pride.
With wild moods that come and go like the tides, Isebrien often strikes discord rather than harmony, never thinking before she speaks whatever thought jumps to her mind. As a result she is blunt and ill-mannered, but seemingly unaware of her social ineptitude. Although she possesses a wariness of strangers that makes her slow to trust, her suspicion is heavily tempered by eager curiosity, which makes her quick to inquire but slow to share. |
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Background
Born in Mirkwood during the later years of the Third Age, Isebrien arrived in the world too late to know the mighty forest as it once was. She has little memory of the place; her family relocated to Lorien soon after her birth, where she spent the entirety of her life blissfully ignorant of the wider world.
Her current status as a student of Rivendell's healers was the result of a fierce argument and a childish whim, flouncing off after butting heads with her family; although estranged and petulant, she misses them dearly.
Isebrien, although kin to a family of fierce warriors, shows no martial prowess herself, nor much initiative to make herself useful at anything, preferring to idle away the hours skipping stones across streams and plucking aimless tunes on her harp. She bears some knowledge of healing and green growing things, but has difficulty stomaching the notion of pain and suffering. Because of this she often disregards her mentors' lessons and chores to find mischief in the kitchens, or regale her Sindar neighbors with a bawdy song.
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| Relatives | None |
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| Loves | Small knick-knacks and trinkets, particularly items like pressed flowers and pebbles polished smooth by river currents. Music and any form of storytelling (although she is a harsh critic). |
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| Hates | Being treated as a child (even though she often acts like one). Tedious tasks. |
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