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Old 06-13-2015, 09:57 PM   #51
Undómë
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NAME:
Fana

AGE/GENDER/RACE/WHERE FROM:
15 y/o; female; an Eorling; a wooded area just south and east of the Meadhall – about 8 km down the local main road (I hope I am looking at Nogrod's map correctly and that the top of the map is North – HERE)

APPEARANCE:
Lithe as a flower’s stem; fair skinned; waist length amber blond hair, generally worn in a braid down her back; one eye light blue, the other green- hazel; deft of hand and nimble fingered; dresses in woodsy hues – long skirts, long –sleeved homespun blouses, warm woolen shawl, thick hooded dark woolen cloth for colder days

BITS OF CHARACTER/HISTORY YOU FEEL MIGHT BE HELPFUL IN DEFINING THE CHARACTER:
Fana is the grand-daughter of Haesel, the local gaers-wif (herbs-woman), who was also called by the less friendly to her ways – ‘haegtesse’ (witch). Those who crossed Haesel sometimes found themselves or their livestock vexed with troubles and botherations of varying sorts. For the most part, though, Haesel, eased her naeighbors' lives with her herbal elixirs and unguents. Haesel had taken her grandchildren under her wing when their parents died. Fana has proved to be a quick-minded pupil in the learning of her grandmother’s herblore.

She has two younger brothers – Secg, 7 y/o and Thystel, 5 y/o

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NAME:
Haesel, the local gaers-wif (herbs-woman; herbalist) – one of the Cunning Folk

AGE/GENDER/RACE/WHERE FROM:
45 y/o; female; an Eorling; in an out of the ways part of the wooded area just south and east of the Meadhall – about 8 km down the local main road

APPEARANCE:
At 45, Haesel is truly an old crone. Her hair is long and thick still, but now an ashy grey, where once it shone as silvery blond as the summer's full moon. She wears it in two long braids wrapped round her head like a silvered crown. Like her granddaughter, Fana, she has one piercing blue eye, and the other hazel green.
She is 5’1” tall; her back as straight as an iron rod. She seems taller than she is because of the way she carries herself combined with her her commanding personality. She is a thin, wiry woman given to quick movement despite the aches and pains that come naturally with age. He skin is tanned reflecting much time spent in the out of doors. Her hands are gnarled with age, but her fingers are still adept and nimble at her craft. She generally wears a long homespun shift with a similar length long tunic of varying weights of cloth depending on the season – most of them in earthen shades. Atop these two garments is usually cinched an apron with numerous deep pockets. Around all this is a woven leather belt from which hangs a ring of many intricate keys of various sizes for her cupboards and her chests.

BITS OF CHARACTER/HISTORY YOU FEEL MIGHT BE HELPFUL IN DEFINING THE CHARACTER:
Haesel can be as quiet as a cat sizing up a mouse when you first meet her. She watches closely and listens closer to all the little clues you give away without your knowing. She has a very organic sense of what is right and what is wrong. For the most part she feels we beings are mostly good in nature and will treat our problems and pains as best she might. For those she considers more on the negative side of the balance, she will treat them as well but with a sizeable helping of her counsel to be better persons added on to their dosings of elixirs and unguents.
She comes from a long line of Cunning Women – her grandmother taught her, and that grandmother taught her grand-daughter. Haesel sees in her grand-daughter, Fana, the makings of a very skilled gaers-wif (herbalist).

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The two brothers will be written by Arry - and actually we'll share writing all of the characters as needed.

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LINKED ~*~ Pio
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .

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