Orchid Dreams

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Full Name: Amie Poppyseed
Culture: Breefolk
Desc:

You may have noticed this girl once before, or seen her around, but it’s not until she is closer that she is much more than an ordinary face.

Amie is slender, dainty, almost, and moves as one with little weight on their frame. The face, too, is quite small, with button nose rising from the centre. There are dimples in her cheeks, and they are usually there even when she isn’t smiling. Eyes are wide, and slant upward just slightly, and are a deep green in colour. Dark auburn hair falls just past her shoulders, and is not straight, nor curly, but creased and wavy. To most, she would be considered pretty, with her face, frame and olive skin. Not beautiful, however, but pretty.

This Bree-lass looks to be about 19, though she could be older, or younger. The clothes she wears are well made- a long dress of red one day, or blue the next. Sometimes green, but even then it is edged in lace or velvet. The clothes ensure she is never too hot, and never too cold by using cloaks, gloves, scarves and array of different styled shoes.

History.
Humphrey Poppyseed was born into a family of wealth and reputation. His father, and his father’s father (and so on) had all been successful Town Council members, and proud of it! Patriotic, they would strut the streets of Bree, and greet the men and women they knew, while teaching their sons the ways of the world (as they understood the world to be, at least.). At the ripe age of 21, Humphrey met a young woman by the name of Jessica Smith- the daughter of one of Archet’s smithies. She wasn’t poor, nor was she wealthy, and this posed a slight problem to Humphrey. It was too late to think of particulars, though, for Humphrey had already decided she would be his wife, and she didn’t have any complaints.

Several years, and many attempts for a child later, and they were finally blessed with Amie. Humphrey was disappointed that he had not yet been given a son (and, in effect, would never be given a son, for complications with Amie’s birth meant that Jessica could never bear child again) but lavished love, attention and all his family’s wealth on the girl. Very soon, he took up his father’s position in the Council, and so continued to spoil his daughter.

Of course, Amie grew up in the lap of luxury, with fancy dolls and interesting jewellery and toys her father bought from travelling foreigners. Having no responsibility, Amie did what she pleased while other children her age would be learning how to cook and clean and harvest their crops. Often she was caught throwing Chestnuts at horses and cows, or slipping beetles into the bakery’s flour, and never showed any remorse. Now, at 19, she still lives with her parents and has no employment to speak of, unless you call socialising a career. She’s developed the nasty habit of looking down on those with less, and holds desperately to all her material possessions.

Graphics created from scratch using Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, personal photographs and some brushes created by nice people. If you wish to know which brushes I used specifically, feel free to send a nice e-mail my way.

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