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Name: Fiora Barkspur
Homeland: The Shire
Description: Fiora used to have long, beautifully curly red hair, but it was cut very short due to a fever, and she's kind of adapted to having short hair. Her eyes are pretty, curious and sea-green. She only stands about three feet tall and appears to be very delicate and thin.
Age: Twenty-Three
Gender: Female
Race: Hobbit
History: Fiora was born a very small and weak little girl, and never quite grew to be as strong or tall as the other Hobbits her age. Nevertheless, her heart and mind remained stubborn, free-spirited and feisty, and she would always tag along with her older brother and his best friend no matter where they went, driving them crazy but loving every minute of it. Her brother eventually became very irritated with her, because she would repeatedly have to stop for breath while they were just getting warmed up.
One day, while fetching some water for the boys, Fiora suddenly experienced a seizure and fainted. As she fell, her skirt caught on one of the logs burning in the fireplace, and soon the house was on fire. The boys saw the smoke and ran to help her, but finding her was very difficult. Finally they found her and rescued her from the flames, after she had suffered second-degree burns on both of her legs.
Fiora never got over the embarrassment of destroying her parents' home with her own weakness. Her brother's friend would come to visit her as she recovered and would cheer her up, but Fiora still remained a very withdrawn person after that, angry at herself and ashamed of her own shortcomings. One night after her burns had healed, Fiora finally made the decision to prove to herself that she was worth living; she packed her bags and left the Shire without warning anyone or even leaving a note. She was nineteen years old at the time.
She has been trying to survive on her own, but it hasn't been easy. Once she was almost beaten and raped by a group of street-dwellers; she would not have survived had it not been for a young refugee from the Rohan wars named Rama, a nomad who had lost his tribe and thus his home and was surviving on the edge in the city of Bri. The two eventually became fast friends. In this period of her life she killed her first person (she stabbed him in the chest with a large shard of broken window glass), a Human who had tried to kill Rama for some sort of greiviance that had occured before Fiora had met him. She was shaken but was comforted by Rama. Despite that, she never really thought the same way about herself again. Soon after, Rama disappeared, and Fiora suspected that he had been finally captured by the cartel that he'd offended.
Now Fiora has no choice to move on, but can she truly survive any length of time on her own without help and friends?
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Fiora sat alone at her table in a dim corner of the inn, watching the patrons come and go, drink and laugh, talk and doze off. Every now and then a spontaneous round of singing erupted from the cacophany of noises, but would then drown once again, becoming little more than an offtune, sober mumble. Fiora nursed her glass of milk quietly and observed everything.

She wished she was back in the Shire. How much better had it been there? She'd had her own bedroom, clean clothes, meals every day cooked by someone who loved her, she'd had friends and family and neighbors who knew her and would never try to hurt her at all... But then again, maybe it hadn't been so great for them. They'd always been watching over her like mother hens, seeing to it that she didn't fall, go weak or hurt herself. Any kind of sickness in the Shire, she would catch. Any possible kind of stupid and easily avoidable accident would happen to her. Anything that could go wrong in her childhood would go wrong.

That was why she was in this place, so far from home, savoring the fire indoors for a time until she had to go back outside again and rely on charity to secure her a place to sleep for the night. And in this place, charity was hard to come by.

Themesong: "Beyond Her Garden" by WoodenToaster