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Mariadel
Mariadel Woodbine
| Name | Mariadel |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Aspiring Minstrel, Woodcutter |
| Age | Young adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Mariadel is a young Bree-lander of a sun-kissed skin and ruffled blacken hair tied up into a pony-tail (The hair brand of course is cheaply made from straw). A dozen brown dots known as freckles mark each side of her face, which has some dirt or sap on it from working at a lumber-mill of sorts. Her green-eyes are usually opened up wide to match a confident smile.
When she is out and about, she'll have a long brown overcoat on with a cloak just incase a harsh storm comes by. Often she'll wear a old leather hat with a ruffled feather leaning out of it. Finally always strapped to her back with a strap made of leather is a lute that has more then a few simple cracks in it, and strings tied together that shouldn't be so. |
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Background
"Just to the east of Bree-Hill is Chetwood. Well that is where I've found myself most of my life, following in ol' family tradition of gathering wood for fire and for house. Not as glorious as singing or spining tales I'd say, but that same wood is where I found me trusty lute. Proper good it is, or at least I'd like it to be. Most folk think it's missing a few strings."
Mariadel Woodbine is a simple woodscutter from the four villages of Bree-land. For sometime now she usually just found herself on the outskirts of Chetwood near Archet, gathering wood as her profession of woodcutting requires. Yet one day she had found an abandoned lute, broken and scattered.
Taking the lute to be repaired, she has sense then found herself attempting to be something she is not: A Minstrel. Something that even she admits, she ain't good at. But she is determined to become one. No matter how many strings break, she will eventually... Hopefully get better.
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Songs, Stories, mead, food, Pipe-weed and good company! Especially good company that isn't too harsh on critiquing her lute play. |
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| Hates | When her Lute Strings break, rude comments, harsh critique and her own musical skills. |
| Motivation | To become a Minstrel that can produce proper music! |
| Quotes | "There's nothing akin to a good song! Oh I hope that the strings don't fall off this time..." |
