Name: Jane Symbelmine Whitten
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Rather middle-ground on almost everything. She wasn't loud and boisterous, nor a quiet wallflower. She disliked being still for too terribly long, but could abruptly freeze if something held her interest, such as when she chose to people-watch. She was curious, but normally couldn't understand the burning curiosity that pushed her friends to get themselves into trouble. She was not brave and would be the first to admit so. Small things, like finding a dainty flower in a patch of weeds, or feeling a faint burst of sun on her skin during a cloudy day, could turn her mood in an instant. The opposite could also hold true, with a trivial thing like rain on a promised day turning her expression sour. Still, as a general rule, she is optimistic, patient, and kind. Her first name was given to her to balance out her more fanciful middle name. Yet, as she grew older and began to more resemble the pale, delicate flowers that surrounded her village, others began to use it instead of her plainer given name.
Appearance: Pale-skinned, as if no amount of sun could pierce the alabaster shield that wrapped around her bones. Simple, mousy brown hair that would either hang and swing about her shoulders or be absent-mindedly pulled back into a bun. Pale blue eyes like a spring sky seen through a haze of light morning fog. A thin set of eyebrows that would shoot up as a sign of patent surprise. Slender, evenly matched lips the color of a pink rosebud. Thin hands, crafted as if to play an instrument but instead put to use sewing and mending. Her skirt was a muddy blue, a shade grayer than her eyes, made of a rough, sturdy fabric, and covered by a simple, white apron. Her shirt was also simple and white. She wore no jewelry.
History: Symbelmine is the second of three daughters. Her father, Abel Whitten, owns a general store in Keyes, and her mother, Emeline, brings in a little extra money as a part-time seamstress. Symbelmine splits her time between the two businesses equally, some days as a sales clerk in her father's store, and the rest of the week quietly mending and sewing in their small parlor with her mother. The family has always lived in Keyes. Abel's father owned the store before he, as did his father before him. Symbelmine's sister Jemma lives in town with her husband and newborn daughter. Symbelmine's younger sister Eliza would also be married in three months at the tender age of fifteen. There had been a growing trend trickling through the surrounding area, a gentle urging to all maidens to marry early if at all possible. Some fathers, out of love for their daughters, turned the gentle nudge to an edict in their own households. Thankfully, Abel loved his daughters, and while he did his part in urging, he was relived to see Eliza engaged to someone she loved and all before she turned sixteen. Symbelmine was another story. She was two years into danger without a serious prospect, a fact that worried her parents more than it worried her... which is not to say that it did not worry her at all.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Rather middle-ground on almost everything. She wasn't loud and boisterous, nor a quiet wallflower. She disliked being still for too terribly long, but could abruptly freeze if something held her interest, such as when she chose to people-watch. She was curious, but normally couldn't understand the burning curiosity that pushed her friends to get themselves into trouble. She was not brave and would be the first to admit so. Small things, like finding a dainty flower in a patch of weeds, or feeling a faint burst of sun on her skin during a cloudy day, could turn her mood in an instant. The opposite could also hold true, with a trivial thing like rain on a promised day turning her expression sour. Still, as a general rule, she is optimistic, patient, and kind. Her first name was given to her to balance out her more fanciful middle name. Yet, as she grew older and began to more resemble the pale, delicate flowers that surrounded her village, others began to use it instead of her plainer given name.
Appearance: Pale-skinned, as if no amount of sun could pierce the alabaster shield that wrapped around her bones. Simple, mousy brown hair that would either hang and swing about her shoulders or be absent-mindedly pulled back into a bun. Pale blue eyes like a spring sky seen through a haze of light morning fog. A thin set of eyebrows that would shoot up as a sign of patent surprise. Slender, evenly matched lips the color of a pink rosebud. Thin hands, crafted as if to play an instrument but instead put to use sewing and mending. Her skirt was a muddy blue, a shade grayer than her eyes, made of a rough, sturdy fabric, and covered by a simple, white apron. Her shirt was also simple and white. She wore no jewelry.
History: Symbelmine is the second of three daughters. Her father, Abel Whitten, owns a general store in Keyes, and her mother, Emeline, brings in a little extra money as a part-time seamstress. Symbelmine splits her time between the two businesses equally, some days as a sales clerk in her father's store, and the rest of the week quietly mending and sewing in their small parlor with her mother. The family has always lived in Keyes. Abel's father owned the store before he, as did his father before him. Symbelmine's sister Jemma lives in town with her husband and newborn daughter. Symbelmine's younger sister Eliza would also be married in three months at the tender age of fifteen. There had been a growing trend trickling through the surrounding area, a gentle urging to all maidens to marry early if at all possible. Some fathers, out of love for their daughters, turned the gentle nudge to an edict in their own households. Thankfully, Abel loved his daughters, and while he did his part in urging, he was relived to see Eliza engaged to someone she loved and all before she turned sixteen. Symbelmine was another story. She was two years into danger without a serious prospect, a fact that worried her parents more than it worried her... which is not to say that it did not worry her at all.
