dielinrose

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

Dielin Rose Fisher - MG alliance

Appearance - (FC Sophia Turner)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Height: 5′8″

Eye Color: Sky Blue

Hair Color: Strawberry Kissed

The Facts -

Birthday: December 27

Occupation: Chandler, Handmaid

Sexual identification:  Unsure

Romantic identification: Demiromantic

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Criminal History: None

Documented: None

Undocumented:  None

Relationship Status: Single

Favorites –

Favorite food: Redridge Goulash

Favorite drink: Sweet tea

Favorite flower: Daffodils

Favorite scents:  Citrus flavors are her favorites

Favorite person:  Her mother who passed away a few years ago

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫  Dielin is rather shy at first, once she warms up to someone she might talk off their ear

⚫  She is a rather good angler.   Yet she is not a huge fan of fishing.

⚫  While Dielin is not all that great at healing with the light, she is well educated in healing herbs and their uses. 

⚫  Her vocabulary is larger than most commoners because of her mother often bringing books home from the mage tower.

⚫ One of her hobbies is horseback riding.  She traded candles and soaps for lessons from the local stable.

⚫  She is an excellent cook!  Just feels her talents are wasted in the kitchen.

⚫The move from Redridge to Duskwood has her rather overwhelmed.  She spooks easy and has been scared far more the last week than a whole lifetime.

⚫ Cross-stitching is another hobby she had as a child, now she only stitches if needed. 

⚫ While she has played spin the bottle with kids of redridge growing up, she never has official dated anyone

⚫ Dielin Rose dreams of owning her own store someday

Five Things -

Things they like:

Walking barefoot in the woods

Swimming

The outdoors

Herb hunting

Pretty dresses

Things they dislike:

Crowds

Cigarette smoke

Messy rooms

Those who treat her as uneducated just because she a commoner

Poor Hygiene

Good traits/habits:

Brilliant mind

Genuine kind heart

Hardworking

Organized

Gorgeous handwriting

Bad traits/habits:

When nervous she will often use the word Uh to fill pauses in her speech

Being a bit of a follower

Hidden Temper

Will overwork herself to please others

Struggles with proper grammar when writing letters

Personalities they gravitate toward:

Protectors

Visionaries

Well-spoken 

Kind

Honest

Personality types they avoid:

Lazy

Petty

Aggressive

Loud

Crude

Fears:

Her father

The bog

Monsters

Some men

Failing her lady

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

Ein Totentanz - Walter Draesner - 1922 - via Heinrich Heine Universität Düsseldorf

[dielinrose]

So this was home now?   The young maiden walks around her new room with her bundle of clothing clutched to her chest.  No more drunken papa to yell at her in need of another ale, no more scent of the lake water growing stale at night, no more tired old cabin she grew up in.  Her own personal room here in the Crow’s nest at twice the size of the one that had been her childhood.

This was perfect!  Dielin turns herself around to fall into bed backwards as a little squeal of delight leaves her.  A fan of summer kissed sunset hair spreads around her as clothing is tossed above her in celebration.  A simple mess, as she never owned much. The maiden lacked the fireworks.  So she made do by tossing her clothing up in the air.

Sleep would avoid her for the desire to explore the new manor took hold.  The little candle-maker and now official handmaiden rolled from her bed to leave the clothing in a pile.  There were friends to meet and a lady to serve.  What a fresh start to the new life of hers.

Yet, the celebration did not last. 

[dielinrose]

Dielin is ready for those undead!

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

Onward

Blossom plodded along through the middle of the night. Her rider’s nerves bumbled from excited to fear as the pair followed the old path from Duskwood back to Red Ridge.  The meeting had gone well but not able to afford a room in the inn, Miss Fisher had decided to return home even if it meant riding through the midnight hours.

Dielin Rose Fisher’s hand rested on the pistol given to her by her father for the trip.  Not often did she stray away from their cottage near the lake, but just in case he had taught his daughter how to shoot.  It was about the only useful skilled Fredrick ever offered her.    The rest of his life spent bragging about his war days and getting high on whatever drugs he could afford.   His way of coping. 

The old mare froze in middle stride and offered a shake of her body.  Dielin froze as tried to see what the equine saw.   The horse’s night vision was far more superior to the human.  Quietly they waited as an oversized spider scuttle along.  The giant arachnid ignored them both as it dragged a fresh boar off to its web. 

“Good girl”  Dielin whispered before she queued the mare to walk again.  She didn’t want to waste the horse’s energy even if it meant a slow and steady pace.  Had the spider spied them, it would not have been a pleasant outcome unless the few bullets hand met their mark.    Her skills in battle were few and thin.  Her skills in magic were weak, uneducated.   At best she could summon a light to see in the dark but that would give them away at worse. 

The lumbering slow pace stride continued toward their home and once Dielin fell into her dreamworld.  She was hired by Lady Harlowe as handmaiden.  Soon she would no longer have to share a dingy cottage with her father and deal with the memories of her mother.   Maybe with exposure she could even get her dream of starting a shop in the works.  

Oh the pretty dresses she would wear.  The elegant one she wore for the meeting tucked away. A simple grey riding out covered her frame for now, a simple outfit to fit a simple woman.  

Would she get to go to fancy parties?  What about important meetings?  Meet a lord and marry him?   A slight giggle came from the dreamer.  Enough to cause a snort from Blossom.  

Cheeks darken at her thoughts. No this was her ticket to freedom, she shouldn’t fancy the noble men.  They would be trouble to her, Dielin scolded herself.  The bridge to Red Ridge came insight, for the first time of the night disappointment caught her.  A few more days of dealing with Fredrick Fisher.  She could handle Papa as she always did.  Then, the lady would rescue her from the dreary life.

@annaliseharlowe​

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]

[dielinrose]