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Alfirinil
Alfirinil Pate
| Name | Alfirinil |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Artist of sorts, indolent seamstress and an unintentionally masterful troublemaker |
| Age | Not yet middle-aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveler |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | The first feature one would notice when gandering over this woman is her hair, a wild sight of locks the color of a raven's feather drawn to the end of her backbone, often spruced with small braids here and there. Next would be here height, a staggering 5'9", making her figure exceptionally slender and lean, although she is built enough to look less 'scrawny' and more lithe.
Alfirinil's complexion is olive toned, which easily gives away her southern origin, and she lacks any scar or blemish. Her eyes are the color of the clouds before a storm, graced with dark circles of many a sleepless night, which could give the impression of her being grim and unapproachable. She keeps upon her back a long bow made of red oak, and a darkly stained quiver. Lastly, her garb is - at most times - composed of fine, sturdy leathers, the symbol of a white tree stitched neatly to be in plain sight. |
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Background
Alfirinil was born in perhaps the lowest level of the white city to a seamstress (or so she thinks) and jack of all trades: that meaning her father was fairly subpar at most things, other than being unfaithful to his wife and evading his obligations. She often had questioned if her mother is, in fact, her mother, because there is a distinct dissimilarity between the two, as well as her elder sister, and her father had made his way through the beds of many women. At any rate, the suspicion now does not meet her mind.
At the ripe age of eighteen, this naive girl got engaged to a dashing poet, who soon after left her as he was drafted for war, and she, in her fatuity, married another man in his absence.
At the sight of this poet in years after, her guilt drove her to accompany her father and sister in their travels. From then on, she was trained vigorously in combat, particularly ranged, her father gifting her with the longbow she still uses to this day. After settling with her sister and new brother-in-law for a small while in Bree-land, she set off again to assist her father and perfect her skill.
Now, after another set of years, she has returned to be with Authera and her niece, dwelling with her in Bree-land and finding that there was more in store than the quiet life she expected.
(work in progress!)
| Friends | Few acquaintances and even less friends. |
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| Relatives | Her sister, Authera, and Authera's daughter Alli. |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Her sister and niece; embarking on chancy and arguably foolish adventures; when she is pleased with a finished piece of her art (which is, sadly, not often). |
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| Hates | Gnats - but who likes those, really? |
| Motivation | Currently: developing a life in which her sister resides. |
| Quotes | "Lovely." |
