Sicarra
Sicarra Yilke, "Daughter of the Wild"
| Name | Sicarra |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Barmaid |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | The woman stands at the short height of 5'1 with a slim but not sickly form. In previous months, she was rather malnourished in appearance. But with her newfound work at the Prancing Pony, her figure has filled out to a healthy degree. She is fairly young and cannot be pinned past her mid-twenties, however, by the look in her eyes, one can tell that she's experienced far more than someone of her age should. Her swarthy skin indicates that she is no Bree-lander. Though only the well-traveled or learned would be able to tell that she is a Hill-woman from Dunland. Her clothing usually consists of simple but tidy dresses, but she can be found in traveling gear on the occasion she does decide to do a bit of wandering. Her hair is a deep brown which matches her skin and rests just below her hips. She is considered pretty but in a very earthy sort of way. The only thing that mars her beauty slightly, is the long jagged scar on her cheek. A product of her former life. There is more often than not a dagger hidden in her shoe just in case she runs into a tight situation. |
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Background
Theme: Wild Spirit
Everyone has a story to tell, from the mundane to the extravagant, and this young woman is no exception. However, many will lack the patience to get the tale out, because none ever hear her speak a word. Unbeknownst to most individuals, the woman is deaf, she did not lose her hearing in an accident. Rather, she is born this way, because her Mother fell ill with her in the womb. Regardless, the young woman shows great endurance in a world that often refuses to try and understand her. Let alone pay her any mind. She looks at Middle-Earth in a way that is unique to her and her alone. Capable of kindness when treated right, or fierceness when she finds something unjust. She expresses herself in a variety of ways, but all without speaking a single word. Her existence shows that actions truly, speak louder than any word known to man.
As of recently, her nightmares have come to a halt, she no longer wakes up in a cold sweat. But oftentimes wakes up feeling nothing at all. She is a mirror to the emotions of others, but rarely is able to speak of her own. She is a deep individual and is as unpredictable as a stormy sea.
((Learn more by approaching her in game.))
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Skarletta though they are not blood relatives. She loves the woman like a sister. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Rude customers and Rohirrim (Depending on the situation.) |
| Loves | People acknowledging her (because communication is difficult.) People watching. The outdoors. She enjoys meeting new people when they take the time to talk to her. Ryheric (But she keeps this to herself..) Her daughter forever and always. |
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| Hates | The Rohirrim (but there are a few exceptions) Her own mind. Confusion. Her people to a degree. She can't stand surface level conversations. Confrontation. |
| Motivation | She seeks to be understood by someone on a deep level and to be worth something to another. Beyond her looks and assests. |
| Quotes | 'I sought love but only found confusion.' |
Sicarra's Adventures
| My happy ending? | 4 months 6 days ago |
| What is peace? | 11 months 5 days ago |
| Back to the First Page | 12 months 2 days ago |
| Love | 1 year 1 week ago |
| Changing of seasons | 1 year 9 months ago |
