Well, I'm working on a site layout, but till then, this simple white page will have to do. And, seeing as I only have one character right now...Here ya go, and I apologize for the current emptiness!
Name: Fiorella Green (but usually just Fiora) *As a note, and just because I find this interesting, her name, Fiorella, is an Italian name meaning �little flower� ^^*
Where she lives: A small house adjoined to her shop in Upper Corus
Place of Birth: A quiet house in Maren
Age, Date of Birth: 27; April 11th
Occupation: Florist (She helps out with her father�s old mercer business, though)
Status: Fairly (not exceedingly) wealthy commoner
Locale: Inn of the Rogue
Magic: None. She was previously thought to have been born with it, but the claim was false.
Family: Her mother, Isabella, made big, beautiful hats dripping with elegant flowers and pastel netting. She and her daughter are very close, even in Isabella�s old age. Her father, Alexander (who, as a side note, is Tortallan himself), was a mercer, and died of a combination of old age and sickness himself not too long ago. While not as close as his wife was to their daughter, he loved her very much as well. Fiora has no siblings.
She does have many relatives, however, whom she keeps in touch with through letters. Her Aunt Adelina, Uncle Raffaele, and their child Fiammetta (Adelina being her mother�s sister) are her closest correspondents, though she has a huge family from both parents.
Appearance: Fiora is quite plump, enjoying a good, hearty meal. She has a few scars on her wrists from rose thorns. She�s slightly on the short side, though close to average height, with a sweet, heart-shaped face and broad cheekbones. She�s got light olive skin, from both a tan and her heritage. (Think Italian/Maltese.) She has wide cheekbones, a very full upper and lower lip, and a straight nose.
Her dark brown eyes are big and often seen with a friendly, mischievous twinkle, and her mouth is rarely found frowning. Her teeth are very white, having been brought up in a cleanly household, and she has very smooth skin, though slightly oily. Fiora has thick, black, wavy hair to her middle back, with a few threads of grey at her scalp. (Her mother's side tended to grey early.) It�s often worn down or in a messy bun. It�s rather frizzy, and when she stands in the light, her head is crowned with a halo of escaping hairs. She looks, well, nothing like her fair-skinned father.
Clothing: Fiora wears simple dresses, with loose skirts to allow her to move more. They are usually made of linen, cotton, and damask, but she has a few fancy garments from leftover fabric her father never sold. She�s often seen in olive and pea greens, deep reds, and warm browns, yellows, and creams, and occasionally rich jewel tones. She oft forgets she has an apron tied around her waist (she loves to cook). Fiora also is often seen with a shawl around her shoulders, and has a wide variety of them.
Personality: Fiora is, above all, a friendly soul. While a tad mischievous and a bit stubborn, she�s very sweet, motherly, and ready to welcome anyone with a warm handshake followed by a fierce, stifling hug. She loves company and will gladly cook for two (or more), her mother having gone to a quieter town to rest. It�s very hard to get her angry, but if you do, it�s probably because you�ve greatly wronged someone else. (Beware, though: when she�s extremely angry she gets very aggressive.)
Now, this isn�t meant to say she doesn�t love to play the occasional trick on someone (Fiora has quite the sense of humor), but she�s not the type who�ll likely go and steal your purse. You can trust her with just about any secret and she�s always willing to listen. Fiora�s the type who�ll forcibly drag the shy people into a talking, laughing bunch and bring them into the conversation-she loves to talk and tell stories.
While she�s quite fond of animals, she�s also slightly allergic (sneezing, red and watery eyes, and the occasional rashes) to them, but keeps her mother�s yellow tabby cats, Sitryn and Merwyn, around anyway. (Though usually in a different spot of the house.)
The origin of her compulsive need to help aren't quite clear, but it's probably just because she's grown up in such a loving, well-fed home that, looking at those around her who weren't quite so priveleged, she feels like she has to help. (Really, it's a weakness and a strength.)
Strengths: Fiora certainly isn�t good with weapons, but she�s got a good bit of muscle in her arms, and would probably make a valiant, if not somewhat clueless, fighter. She�s rather smart, and avoids fights by smoothing it over. She�ll always do her best to help those in need (even if they can�t stand her or protest.) When rejected...well... She's stubborn, and will probably keep trying until she's sure pushing any more will cause a lot of damage to her and/or her unwilling beneficiary.
Weaknesses: She is deathly afraid of spiders and snakes, and easily lured into a bad situation if she thinks she can help someone. Fiora also doesn�t always know when to give up, even if it�s just a lovely flower she can�t quite get to. (Probably the reason she has so many scars from thorns.) Also, having grown up in such a nice home, she can be very ignorant. (The saying �Don�t fix what isn�t broken� comes to mind. �Resistance is futile� also comes to mind.) Fiora is also very much averted to uncleanliness, though she�s learning to deal with that. About the only weapon-like things she�d be close to decent with are the kitchen knives. She�d still be fairly bad, though.
History: Fiora was born in Maren, to a woman who had previously been thought barren and too old to be pregnant. Her mother, a born Marenite, named her. Her father was from Tortall, Alexander Green. She was raised in a friendly home, surrounded by relatives and well-fed. Her parents raised her with care, making sure her manners and morals were wonderful, and teaching her what was right and wrong. They moved to Tortall when a relative in Corus told her father about a well-paying job that he had to abandon. Alex took the job eagerly, starting his occupation of a mercer. Her mother took up hat-making, taking her seven year-old daughter on walks to pick flowers for the hats.
Fiora grew up in a fairly affluent family, though they were still commoners. She was taught the basics of sewing, cooking, cleaning, and other womanly tasks by her mother, but still loved her flower-picking days. As a young teenager, she would sell her stems for a few coins on the streets, handing out the pretty blooms in hopes to cheer others up. As she grew older, she established a shop of her own, adjoined to �Isabella�s Hat Shoppe�.
Her father died when she was 26, having been rather sick. She urged her graying, ill mother up north to cleaner air and a quieter life, promising to visit often. She now lives in the Green home alone, still doing her best to make people�s days.
Fiora manages her mother�s store, her flower shop, and her father�s business. At the moment, the three are rather combined. She doesn�t get too many customers, giving her much free time, but her expenses are paid by the nice sums of money coming in from the big bolts of expensive fabric Alexander left behind.
What is your character most ashamed of?
Fiora�s disappointed that she can�t seem to settle down with a husband or at least get a more stable job. (She just doesn't seem to have time for a relationship, and she's having trouble finding a person her age she'd like to live with.) She�s also slightly ashamed and let down about the whole Gift mistake, but she�s learned to get over it.
What makes your character unique?
She never feels like she has enough people to take care of, even with the big family she�s always trying to send non-perishing food to. Fiora is usually constantly compelled to feed people. She�s sent baskets and baskets of bread to people, much to their confusion-what to do with so much food that it fills up about three square feet in front of your door?
Why is your character coming to the Inn?
Despite the fact that it goes against so much of her very being (it�s dirty, buggy, and usually filled with thieves, pitpockets, and murderers) she�s just grown so restless. As mentioned above, she is compelled to take care of people, and to her, some of these people could use some good food and a bug-free bed. She�s prepared to be refused, but she�ll come armed with baskets of food anyway. (And valiant and courageous as she may try to be, you'll probably hear a lot of squeaks and squeals from her for the first few days. But she won't give up!)