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Description
I’ve started a new art/rp group on Discord called Folkland. Come check us out if you like Fae and fairies Folkland

This is my second character Tove. She's a Stonefolk (fae whose skin is made from natural stones and gems) and she is based on white lace agate.

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Basic Information
Name: Tove
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Height: 5’6” / 167.5cm
Weight: 85kgs / 187 lbs (Stocky athletic body. Heavier weight due to dense, stone body!)
Race: Stonefolk - she is a white lace agate type.
Class: She will be going Artificer -> Armourer
Level: Sprout (1)

Duchy of Origin: Autumn
Hometown: Bjorndalen
Starting Weapon: Rusty short sword

Personality
Short tempered, greedy, sarcastic, joking, cold, dependable, doggedly loyal, impatient, open-minded, honest, realist but honourable.
Tove is a short tempered but well meaning Stonefolk from a mining town in Bjorndalen in the Autumn Duchy. She grew up learning practical skills at a young age, earning her keep and keeping honest about her business or facing the consequences. She has inherited these values of honesty, hard work, and taking responsibility, and therefore expects them from others.
Tove cannot be bought, bullied or intimidated. She’s unquestionably honest (to a fault even) and will not spare someone’s feelings to speak the truth on a matter. She does have a softer side that comes out when she inadvertently hurts someone she cares about with her harsh words - regretting her brashness and apologising genuinely. She has her own moral code and will stick to it unflinchingly. She’s fundamentally honest and despises dishonourable acts such as lying, cheating, and violence. She finds herself in the middle of arguments all the time, needing to mediate or defend the innocent.
This does not mean she’s always kind, compassionate, and generous, however. Her brand of honour means that she expects a lot from herself and others. If you mean well but you're a coward, she’ll have a problem with that. If you’re not perfect but you tried to do the right thing, well, that’s all right by her. It’s actions that matter, and actions that say a lot about a person. If you win at cards against her, she’ll cuss you out but grumpily hand over the money.
She will dish it out and can take it depending on the day. If she’s annoyed about something else and hasn’t processed her emotions, someone teasing or making fun might end up with them in a punch-up. If she’s had a drink or two and is feeling playful, she’ll roar with laughter and all will be well (though she might still put them in a ‘friendly’ headlock).
Tove likes gold and crystals and can appear to be incredibly greedy. However her great love for gold stems from an incessant obsession with fancy, well made, and expensive armour. She desperately wants to raise the funds to own such a piece someday, and even has grandiose visions of being decked out in an entire silver battle suit of armour. For now, she’s clad in leather and looks after it painstakingly although begrudgingly, wishing it would shine a little more. She keeps a leather notebook where she sketches designs for this suit of armour. Pretty flashy desires for such a simple woman, but she can’t help loving things that shine.
Tove doesn’t have an extensive education like the big city folk, and she feels a little insecure about this sometimes. She’s a slow reader and gets frustrated quickly. That said, her mining and smithing skills are top tier, as expected from a Stonefolk.

Likes: Mead, fairy gold and crystals, well made weapons, expensive armour, architecture, people watching, taverns, card games, arm wrestling, food.
Dislikes: High fae, jewellery, reading, libraries, wine, losing at cards, leafy greens.

Goal/s: To smith a full suit of magic silver armour.

Quote/s:
“You back-stabbing lying sonuvabitch!”
“Alright now, take it easy…”
“It’s done. No use cryin’ about it.”

Backstory:
Tove grew up in Bjorndalen, a picturesque mining town in the Autumn Duchy. Her family were mainly working class miners, though they did a little smithing here and there using friends forges. The community was small, and pleasant - everyone knowing each other and helping out.
Her father and older brother spent long hours in the mines making a living for the family. When Tove was 18 she joined them. She found mining fine work, appreciating that she seemed to feel more worthy and belonged more in the community when she started working, but her real interest lay in smithing. Unfortunately her family weren’t smiths, so that seemed to not be in the cards for her. She was looking at a life down in the mines, bringing up ore and precious gems to ship to the Courts and factories of the Skjolden for the rest of her life.
She visited Skjolden a few times growing up, going to buy items that couldn't be found in their small community, and once when her father went as part of a representative committee of the September Miners Association to speak with Aoife. The city was busy, dirty and exciting to Tove, and although she felt like a fish out of water for the first few hours, she found she absolutely loved it there. This was a place where things were happening, people were making their own lives and creating extraordinary inventions day to day. She visited the Smith’s Hall in Statmar, watching Stonefolk and Wildlings hammering and forging precious materials into armour and sheets of metal for industry projects. This was it - this was her calling. She went back to Bjorndalen with a fire in her heart.
The only problem is, she didn’t have any money of her own. All her earnings from the mine were going back to the family and the community - and she didn't resent this, but it meant she didn’t have the coin to pack up and move to Skjolden. She resigned herself to working even harder at the mines to make some extra coin, but it was slow work.
Eventually, due to the threat of losing their jobs to a Skjolden mining corporation, her father and brother struck out on their own and started a mine at their own ore seam. Tove took her meagre savings and moved to Statmar to work in a factory. It wasn’t the Smith’s Hall but at least she was closer to the hall. She would walk past it every day. Tove found the factory work dull and desperately dreamed of smithing. She worked long hours, drinking late with the other workers, passing out in her bed (sharing a townhouse with 6 other factory workers), only to wake up and do it all again the next day.
She felt unsatisfied but unsure how to change her life. That is, until one day she received a letter.

Description
I’ve started a new art/rp group on Discord called Folkland. Come check us out if you like Fae and fairies Folkland

This is my second character Tove. She's a Stonefolk (fae whose skin is made from natural stones and gems) and she is based on white lace agate.

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Basic Information
Name: Tove
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Height: 5’6” / 167.5cm
Weight: 85kgs / 187 lbs (Stocky athletic body. Heavier weight due to dense, stone body!)
Race: Stonefolk - she is a white lace agate type.
Class: She will be going Artificer -> Armourer
Level: Sprout (1)

Duchy of Origin: Autumn
Hometown: Bjorndalen
Starting Weapon: Rusty short sword

Personality
Short tempered, greedy, sarcastic, joking, cold, dependable, doggedly loyal, impatient, open-minded, honest, realist but honourable.
Tove is a short tempered but well meaning Stonefolk from a mining town in Bjorndalen in the Autumn Duchy. She grew up learning practical skills at a young age, earning her keep and keeping honest about her business or facing the consequences. She has inherited these values of honesty, hard work, and taking responsibility, and therefore expects them from others.
Tove cannot be bought, bullied or intimidated. She’s unquestionably honest (to a fault even) and will not spare someone’s feelings to speak the truth on a matter. She does have a softer side that comes out when she inadvertently hurts someone she cares about with her harsh words - regretting her brashness and apologising genuinely. She has her own moral code and will stick to it unflinchingly. She’s fundamentally honest and despises dishonourable acts such as lying, cheating, and violence. She finds herself in the middle of arguments all the time, needing to mediate or defend the innocent.
This does not mean she’s always kind, compassionate, and generous, however. Her brand of honour means that she expects a lot from herself and others. If you mean well but you're a coward, she’ll have a problem with that. If you’re not perfect but you tried to do the right thing, well, that’s all right by her. It’s actions that matter, and actions that say a lot about a person. If you win at cards against her, she’ll cuss you out but grumpily hand over the money.
She will dish it out and can take it depending on the day. If she’s annoyed about something else and hasn’t processed her emotions, someone teasing or making fun might end up with them in a punch-up. If she’s had a drink or two and is feeling playful, she’ll roar with laughter and all will be well (though she might still put them in a ‘friendly’ headlock).
Tove likes gold and crystals and can appear to be incredibly greedy. However her great love for gold stems from an incessant obsession with fancy, well made, and expensive armour. She desperately wants to raise the funds to own such a piece someday, and even has grandiose visions of being decked out in an entire silver battle suit of armour. For now, she’s clad in leather and looks after it painstakingly although begrudgingly, wishing it would shine a little more. She keeps a leather notebook where she sketches designs for this suit of armour. Pretty flashy desires for such a simple woman, but she can’t help loving things that shine.
Tove doesn’t have an extensive education like the big city folk, and she feels a little insecure about this sometimes. She’s a slow reader and gets frustrated quickly. That said, her mining and smithing skills are top tier, as expected from a Stonefolk.

Likes: Mead, fairy gold and crystals, well made weapons, expensive armour, architecture, people watching, taverns, card games, arm wrestling, food.
Dislikes: High fae, jewellery, reading, libraries, wine, losing at cards, leafy greens.

Goal/s: To smith a full suit of magic silver armour.

Quote/s:
“You back-stabbing lying sonuvabitch!”
“Alright now, take it easy…”
“It’s done. No use cryin’ about it.”

Backstory:
Tove grew up in Bjorndalen, a picturesque mining town in the Autumn Duchy. Her family were mainly working class miners, though they did a little smithing here and there using friends forges. The community was small, and pleasant - everyone knowing each other and helping out.
Her father and older brother spent long hours in the mines making a living for the family. When Tove was 18 she joined them. She found mining fine work, appreciating that she seemed to feel more worthy and belonged more in the community when she started working, but her real interest lay in smithing. Unfortunately her family weren’t smiths, so that seemed to not be in the cards for her. She was looking at a life down in the mines, bringing up ore and precious gems to ship to the Courts and factories of the Skjolden for the rest of her life.
She visited Skjolden a few times growing up, going to buy items that couldn't be found in their small community, and once when her father went as part of a representative committee of the September Miners Association to speak with Aoife. The city was busy, dirty and exciting to Tove, and although she felt like a fish out of water for the first few hours, she found she absolutely loved it there. This was a place where things were happening, people were making their own lives and creating extraordinary inventions day to day. She visited the Smith’s Hall in Statmar, watching Stonefolk and Wildlings hammering and forging precious materials into armour and sheets of metal for industry projects. This was it - this was her calling. She went back to Bjorndalen with a fire in her heart.
The only problem is, she didn’t have any money of her own. All her earnings from the mine were going back to the family and the community - and she didn't resent this, but it meant she didn’t have the coin to pack up and move to Skjolden. She resigned herself to working even harder at the mines to make some extra coin, but it was slow work.
Eventually, due to the threat of losing their jobs to a Skjolden mining corporation, her father and brother struck out on their own and started a mine at their own ore seam. Tove took her meagre savings and moved to Statmar to work in a factory. It wasn’t the Smith’s Hall but at least she was closer to the hall. She would walk past it every day. Tove found the factory work dull and desperately dreamed of smithing. She worked long hours, drinking late with the other workers, passing out in her bed (sharing a townhouse with 6 other factory workers), only to wake up and do it all again the next day.
She felt unsatisfied but unsure how to change her life. That is, until one day she received a letter.