Description: Of rather average height, Adora's dark brown hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust.

Personality: To the majority of people, Adora is gruff and off-putting. For the most part she is not interested in other people unless they're paying customers. She has little patience for stupidity and has no qualms about letting people know they've gotten on her nerves. She is unfriendly, foul-mouthed, and sarcastic, but she can be charming when the need calls for it. She just tries to make sure it never does. She is not interested in being your friend. She is interested in selling you a bookcase and becoming the best damn carpenter in Arx.

Background: The Bell family of Arx was once known for making, you guessed it, bells! But it turns out the demand for such things isn't as great as one would think since they're mostly made to last. As a result, luckless Abrahall Bell (who everyone just called A as a sly joke), decided to strike out on his own and found a brewery! Sadly, he was not very good at it yet he was extremely stubborn that one day Bell Beer would take off, and so it wasn't long before he and his young new family found themselves in the Lower Boroughs, not quite struggling to survive thanks to small stipends sent by other more successful family members, but close enough.

Two children were born of his marriage to wife Barb: Silver, a sickly young boy and Adora, who her mother swore never smiled until she was three years old and learned to push her brother down.

Adora embraced the lawlessness of the Lower Boroughs early on, sneaking away from her family to roughhouse with the local kids and inevitably being taken in by the Ulbrans, who recognized a little thug when they saw one. She took to petty thieving like she was born to it and by the time she was a teenager had many run-ins with the Iron Guard, most of which she was able to talk her way out of. Not all. At a loss, her parents tried to steer her towards something that wouldn't end up with her at the end of a noose or worse, and thus a love of whittling was born. From there it was a short leap to carpentry. She loved the feeling of assembling something from nothing and loved the feel of coin in her hand even more. Coin that the Iron Guard couldn't question her about! By the time she hit her twenties, she was on the straight and narrow--at least by all outside appearances--looking to open her own shop and start raising her family out of the Lower Boroughs once and for all.

Relationship Summary

Enemy:

Magpie - Ughh

Mayir - Ughhhhhhhhh

Jeffeth - Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why did you bring him here he is so annoying

Gilroy - Uuuughhhhhhhhhhhhh you're always ruining it

Petal - Uuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Rowenova - Ugh

Draven - Ugh

Andry - Ughhhhhhh

Arthen - Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Evaristo - uuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Client:

Alarissa - Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Jasher - Ughhhhh

Alaric - Ughhh

Isabetta - Uuuughhhhhhhhh

Oswyn - Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Gianna - Ughhhh

Vanora - Ughhhhhhhhhhhh

Acquaintance:

Theodoric - Yeah, whatever don't mention it

Parent:

Abe - Whatever.

Barbara - Whatever.

Sibling:

Silver - Die.