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Stamper

Moromond II "Stamper" Lightfoot

Name Stamper
Status
Active
Occupation
Trade: Farmer, Cook; Hobby: Bard
Age
Many Birthdays
Race
Hobbit
Residence
Lightfoot Farm, Southfarthing
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Being of Fallohide origin, Stamper Lightfoot can boast a slender build and a taller height than the average Hobbit. Broad-shouldered and round-faced, his smooth skin combines uniquely with his stark and sharp facial features. His days in the kitchen have left his arms with frying pan scolds and hot oil burns and very little arm hair. His fingers have hardened callouses from lute strings and tiny scars from mishandling knives. His greying-brown hair is shaggy and average in length, but often tied back into a small ponytail. Various aromas are often radiating from Stamper, mainly that of oil and fruits from cooking, sometimes combined with a variety of sweet or musky pipeweed smoke. His wardrobe is varied: a fedora, backpack, and leather trench coat while traveling, a simple shirt and apron while cooking, and elegant attire for activities. He is oddly fond of slippers and boots, almost always covering his Hobbit feet. 

 

Background

On a brisk and beautiful night in mid-spring, two Hobbits welcomed a new addition to their burrow, which rested on the open, green fields of the Southfarthing.  Moromond II Lightfoot, who would later acquire the nickname Stamper, was the only child ever born to Moromond and Rosey Lightfoot, a hardened Farmer and beautiful baker respectively.

Stamper had an average childhood as a Hobbit, always partaking in seven daily meals. His mother provided him daily schooling before Second Breakfast, and would always bake some type of pastry with him prior to Luncheon. Most days he would be called to help his father in his pipeweed fields and produce garden following Luncheon. "A busy Hobbit is a happy Hobbit," he would always say to his son. Though, Stamper never particularly liked work that brought sweat to his brow, as is natural to most Hobbits, but nonetheless realized that a mince pie tastes much better after a hard days work. He learned the basics of gardening and farming through his father, who was a pipeweed farming aficionado with several export contacts into Bree-land. This allowed the Lightfoot family a bit of respect in the Southfarthing and quite a decent amount of wealth for several years. 
 
Although they had acquired a safe level of income, the family still lived a very modest and hard-working lifestyle, but gifts were still quite common. Stamper was given many gifts: all the cakes and pies he desired, a vast wardrobe of fine linens and silks of many colors and patterns, but one gift is one he cherished the most. On his father's fiftieth birthday, Stamper was given a lute made of the finest willow wood in The Shire. He was only a young teen at the time, but often spent his free hours under the sun strumming his lute. 
 
Throughout his teenage years, he maintained a relatively similar agenda. Balancing his daily meals with schooling, cooking, farming, and playing his lute, he would often be found attending festivals and events, birthdays and parties--more or less living the typical life of a Hobbit. He often preferred the company of his lute and solitude, which is why he rarely seemed to find himself in much trouble and seemed to have few, if any, friends. By then, he was becoming quite adept at playing the lute, having learned most of the songs and jigs common throughout The Shire. He was also becoming an outstanding cook, being able to bake some of the finest and most delicious pastries and pies he had ever tasted, but always preferred savory pies and stews to something sweet. At this point in his life he discovered his calling for music, but as an only child he would inherit the family's farm, and was further raised as such. 
 
Sometime during his twentieth year, his family made a trip to Bree to sell the largest crop of pipeweed the farm had produced in years. Upon arriving, Stamper was speechless at the sight of towering buildings and the banality of men twice his height. It made him feel small, and rightfully so, but also gave him the realization that the world is much, much larger and diverse than The Shire. Part of him wished they had stayed, as it sparked some interest in adventure and seeing places afar, but his father's business was done and he missed the comforts of his home. 
 
Upon returning home, Stamper continued to live his humble and ideal life in The Shire for several years. His father has since retired and moved with his mother to their summer home in Appledell and passed oversight of Lightfoot Farm to Stamper. Stamper is now producing high-quality pipeweed while branching out into growing produce and experimenting with different cooking techniques, continuing the legacy of Lightfoot Farm.
 
 
 
Friends
Few
Relatives
Father, Mother
Rivals/Enemies
None
Loves
Music, Ale, Pipeweed, Blackberries, Cheese
Hates
Spiders, Gnats, Apples, Bad Odors
Motivation
Quotes

Stamper's Adventures

A Ball and Pain 7 years 10 months ago
Three Is Company 7 years 10 months ago
Blackberry, In A Jam 7 years 10 months ago
Ramblings of an Incoherent Hobbit 7 years 11 months ago
A Fortnight In Bree 7 years 11 months ago
Stamper's Adventures

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