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Ormidhel
Ormidhel, "The Silken Lady"
| Name | Ormidhel |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Head Seamstress of her own Tailoring storefront, Member of the Tailor's Guild |
| Age | Mid-Thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | The Players' Tier in Minas Tirith |
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| Outward Appearance | As is befitting of a woman of the mid-upper classes, Ormidhel is usually garbed in rich, moderately expensive textiles of an extravagant nature that paint her as a woman of suitable taste. Like most Gondorians, she is typically grey-eyed, albeit somewhat light of skin, indicating a life generally spent underneath the shade of trees and indoors.
She is of average height for a woman, standing at a reasonable 5'7 ft. (173 cm), with chestnut brown hair tied into an elaborately styled bun. Retaining an air of grace and well-spoken manners, Ormidhel can be said to project an aura of reliability, calm, and motherly trustworthiness. |
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Background
While Ormidhel's complete history is unknown to the masses, gossip in the Players' Tier holds that she arrived twenty years ago at the tender age of fourteen with two sisters and a brother in tow, and settled in the Workers' Tier after a few days, putting herself to use as a Tailor's apprentice.
Nowadays, she goes by the moniker of The Silken Lady, a Seamstress of some renown, catering to the commoners who can afford it and personally tailoring garb for the nobility who demand it. She is said to be a benevolent and kind Mistress to her apprentices, for the most part, albeit one with a dry sense of humour and a penchant for deadpan observations, and owns a storefront situated within the Craftsmen's Tier in Minas Tirith.
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | A Mother and a Father, both said to dwell within the reaches of Lossarnach. Her three siblings are said to be scattered throughout the city, working independently of her Tailoring shop. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Aside from the obvious, no one has so far merited any hostile sentiments from her. Her one true enemy will always be frayed thread and torn garments. |
| Loves | Her apprentices as if they were her own children. Her native Lossarnach. A good glass of wine. The fresh fragnances of flowers and dew in the morning. Well-crafted clothing. Pursuits of the mind (and sewing). |
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| Hates | Black Tea. Poor quality workmanship and laziness, and has been known to sternly reprimand her apprentices if they become lackadaisical in their craft. Aside from these pet-peeves, there is little Ormidhel actively dislikes. |
| Motivation | To be secure in her own station, and see her textiles worn by the people, whether commoner or noble. |
| Quotes | "Please sit down, my Lady. I am sure we can find something to suit your tastes." |
