Eodette
Eodette Thistling
Name | Eodette |
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Status | Active |
Occupation | Purveyor of secrets and exceptionally fine things |
Age | Late-twenties |
Race | Man |
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Residence | Unknown |
Kinship | Roanhorse Acquisitions & Mercantile |
Outward Appearance | If she were to describe herself, Eodette would insist on a modest portrait of a woman with hair akin to black straw and eyes as dreary as rain clouds. While not not entirely untrue, her words neglect to mention the care taken to plait that raven hair, the clarity in those steel eyes, the subtle arch of bold brows above them, or the sharp curve of a strong jaw. By nature, she's always lacked in warmth and her few years of travel beneath the sun are scarcely shown in the healthy glow of her porcelain skin. She is, by most accounts, a beautiful woman aside from a few lingering scars - both fleshly and otherwise.
The top image is the work of Rodrigo Branco. Portrait by mannequin-atelier. |
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Background
One bleak afternoon, not so long ago, a respectable young woman who managed a name for herself amongst foreign merchants recently purchased a long abandoned corner shop in Bree-town. Satchels upon trunks upon crates upon boxes of homely treasures and oddities filled the small space, bringing a bustling sense of life to what was once a desolate street corner. Down went the tattered wallboards, to be replaced with an opulent choice of wallpaper that seemed far too extravagant for a humble storefront peddling simple wares to simple people. Up went the hanging sign, skillfully carved and proudly proclaiming that Roanhorse Acquisitons & Mercantile was soon to be open to all.
"Miss Eodette Thistling," she'll introduce herself, with a polite smile and a refined accent. Her clothes are finely made; high-collared jackets with brass fastenings and silk embroidery on flowing skirts. She seems a noble stranger to a place like Bree, having too much money for such an unenterprising town, and yet ... her boots are scuffed from a long day's work and attentively cared for with brown wax to polish. The jewelry adorning her wrists and fingers and neck lack the luster of true gold, though they shimmer prettily in the candlelit ambiance she so often prefers. She enjoys cloudy days moreso than sunny ones and she isn't above taking her meals amongst locals.
Still, her smiles taste too sweet, and her success has been touted as oddly premature for her age. There's something to be said of Eodette Thistling, though most can't quite put their finger on what.
As of late, locals around Bree might report strange happenings within the little shop. Miss Thistling's sudden leave for Minas Tirith seems sudden to most folk, and Roanhorse's door remains closed.
Introduction Hooks
Jacob Mauler As the only thread leading back to Eodette, Jacob has become accustomed to fielding questions and ignoring rumors. Find him, if you can.
Road Traveller Being on the road opens all sort of doors for interesting interaction. Who knows who she might meet?
House of Healing Eodette currently operates a small, nameless tavern-turned-recovery-house in Minas Tirith. Hungry? Tired? Looking for a roof in the wake of the war? Wander up to the Soldier's Tier.
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Information
Friends | She bears few confidants. A man called Erfadan has crept closer to her heart. |
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Relatives | None she speaks of. |
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Loves | The scent of fresh ink on paper, overcast days on the seaside, sandalwood spice, blackcurrant wine and intimate conversation. |
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Hates | Willful ignorance, mud, leaving a book unfinished and her cat, Pyewacket. |
Motivation | |
Quotes | "Ambition without power is a tragedy, but power without ambition is a waste." |
Eodette's Adventures
A Reclusive Mind | Questions II | 4 years 1 month ago |
A Reclusive Mind | Questions | 6 years 4 months ago |
Enough | 6 years 4 months ago |
Business Ventures | 6 years 4 months ago |
"Closed Until Further Notice" | 6 years 4 months ago |