Social Rank: 8
Concept: Shrewd Brewer/Naturalist Apothecary
Fealty: Redrain
Family: Barleycorn
Gender: female
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 27
Birthday: 1/1
Religion: Shamanism/Pantheon
Vocation: Apothecary
Height: average height
Hair Color: red
Eye Color: hazel green
Skintone: fair

Description: Shortish and of average build this ginger-haired woman's appearance is held more in her personality than her modest features. Wide hazel-green eyes are shrewd and expressive with heavy auburn lashes. A full-lipped mouth bears the start of lines at its corners from the constant display of emotion. Her thick hair is long and oft partially braided to keep it back off her oval face while the rest of it hangs down her back curling just above her tailbone.

Personality: Sensible. Bonibel has always been the pragmatic sort. Stubborn and quick-witted this young woman can sometimes be abrasive but it's usually out of a lack of time more than it is a lack of patience. A hard life as a Prodigal and living in the Lowers has tempered her over time making her slow to anger and wields a glass-half-full view of the world. She just doesn't have the time for sulking.

Background: Bonibel Barleycorn was born in the North to a small farming family. The second eldest of thirteen, she helped raise her cadre of brothers and sisters who al lent hands around the farm. Hard work and practicality were passed through the family, like hand me downs. Her mother had taken on the role of the healer and herbalist (and brewer) of the village and took Bonibel under her wing when she began to show signs of interest in tending sick animals and more than one occasion was found 'experimenting' in her mothers still.

When Bonibel turned twenty she was swept off her feet by a foreigner visiting from the Crownlands. A roguish sort that took a liking to her both for her talent at brewing and her untamed wit and passion. The two married in a whirlwind romance and after a year with her family the whisked her off to a port city where he said he had found work for both of them.

Her Husband's work was aboard a ship in Arx and while he was out to sea half of the year - his time away cause for the lack of children - and the young Apothecary was left in their small home in the Lowers to make extra silver. Three years later her husband's ship was said to have been lost at sea, taken by pirates or perhaps just lost in a squall no one could tell Bonibel for certain.

Now a widow Bonibel works in the lowers brewing up scents, liquors and various tinctures to help aid the locals while keeping her larder full. She's kept to herself until recently but even a grieving heart can mend and the world can become new and exciting again..