Jackilyn, Jacki, J, Blackburrow
Currently an apprentice potter, part time brewery warehouse keeper but also dabbling in this and that
A rebuilt home on what is rumoured to be cursed land, but that's nonsense.
Jacki(lyn) is an apprentice potter, one who tends to make right now, lopsided pots, cracked plates and poorly decorated goods, but what she lacks in ability, she makes up for in actually showing up for work, unlike Morris, the potters son. Having said this, she is improving over time.
She's from Breeland, so common as muck, nothing special, and her parents were not killed by orcs or the like, in fact, they are living a happy life tending their hop farm that's not too far to the west. Although her accent is Bree-ish, one of her former employers drilled it into her to "Speak Properly".
When not at work in the pottery, the brewery warehouse or in the inn, she is either practicing her writing (though tends to end up doodling) on a slate, or chatting with folk, if not learning that is.
She currently lives in a rebuilt home that is situated atop of a hill, overlooking a village. The garden of the home is chaotic, beautiful and very overgrown, though her cat Bailey is quite glad of it.
Please note This character is now dormant. Thank you to those who helped breathe life into her.
Plenty and more every day!
Father: Archie, Mother: Lillyann. Friends that are like family also.
Dry clay on her clothes. The mice Bailey brings in.
A romantic at heart and not closed off to giving the right person a chance. Her family & friends. Her pet cat and pygmy goats. Yellow flowers. Strawberries and strawberry tea.
Breaking things that she ends up having to pay for. Feeling poorly.
To finally find out what she is good at. To meet someone worthwhile that she might one day settle down with.
|The Personal Diary of Miss Jackilyn Blackburrow, Entry Thirty Seven||2 weeks 2 days ago|
|An Overdue Departure||3 weeks 1 day ago|
|Daffs and Death||4 weeks 20 hours ago|
|Splinters||1 month 4 days ago|
|Instinct||1 month 2 weeks ago|