Lynnea Tarin Race: Half-Elf
Born with an easy-going, sunny temperament, Lynnea is still known for her cheerful disposition even in the darkness of the Underdark. Though her days of pranks and practical jokes are gone, the half-elven girl has always tried to speak a word of encouragement or cheer to those about her. Her temper, though rarely seen, is usually reserved for two things...overly harsh treatment from her masters and slaves who have given into dispair. Even in the depths of anger, however, Lyn has learned to control her reactions, hiding them as best as she can. A casual worshipper of Mielikki, Lynnea tries to be respectful of the worship of others amongst the slaves. Laughter, seldom heard or come by in captivity, is the one thing lost to the young woman. Smiles she can manage and even fake upon need, but Lyn has said more than once that laughter requires joy, something lost to her for the time being. Secretly dreaming of going home, Lynnea is also half-convinced that such will never happen, no matter how optimistic she is.
Not too tall and not too short...Lynnea stands about 5'4", with a fit and trim figure that is made all the more slender by her years as a slave.. Long, soft hair in a light auburn spills to the middle of her back...when it's not worn up and back in a braid to keep it out of her face. With eyes in an earthy grey-green and delicate features inherited from the elven side of her family, Lyn looks fragile and closer to her elven blood than a true half-elf. With a peaches and cream complexion all the more emphasized by her years in captivity (even her freckles have faded), the ranger girl is pretty enough in a country-girl sort of way, though she seems unaware of her looks...or unwilling to make the most of them. Quiet when amongst her captors, Lyn is known for being a smiling comforter for the other slaves. While she doesn't chatter, the young woman is not unwilling to spend time in a quiet conversation to cheer up those about her.
The tiny hamlet of Minroe is hardly what one would expect to be a retirement village for a pair of adventurers, but (like a lot of Faerun) there was, indeed, such a pair of settlers. Perhaps they had seen too much...perhaps they merely craved anonymity and relative peace...whatever their purpose, Shannis and Vior Tarin settled in the little town in Cormyr. Shannis, an elven ranger, easily turned her skills to hunting while her husband, a human fighter, served as a guard when merchants came to purchase the wares available there. Though they were outsiders, their easy ways and willingness to help neighbors made the Tarin's quickly welcome within the community.
By the time Lynnea was born, the Tarin household already was rather crowded. Born fourth, she was the only girl and a surprise. Where her three older brothers were spaced about five years apart, Lyn was barely two years younger than Anslin, her next oldest brother. With such a beginning it can hardly be surprising that the girl was something of a tomboy. In fact, it was not unknown for Lynnea to sport scraped knees and bruised elbows when she was small. Some of those wounds came from being reckless, while the rest came from following her brothers about...and then carrying tales to her parents if her brothers were doing something they weren't supposed to do. Being of a rather whimsical nature, Lyn was also given to practical jokes...usually getting herself into scrapes when said jokes came off wrong (as they often did).
Sunny of temper and full of laughter, Lynnea seemed to have escaped the expected curse that came with her carroty hair. A rather determined child, not only did she insist on following her brothers (especially Anslin) about, but she always declared, even from a young age, that she wanted to be a ranger like her mother. By the time she was 10 years old, the little girl had cajoled Shannis into teaching her how to use a bow and to track wild animals. Of course, the fact that she considered her brothers to be "wild animals" to track was something that Lyn tried to keep from her mother.
The problem with always following was that one had to keep a distance and that fact proved to be Lynnea's undoing. When she was fourteen, the girl followed her brother and his friends into disaster. They were exploring a cave and gathering mushrooms when the would-be ranger girl heard a sound and went to investigate, only to be seized by a troop of drow. She had little chance to escape capture, being small and slight...and one against many. Prayers to her favored goddess, Mielikki, proved, at least to Lyn, to be all the more disastrous. Her brother and his friends all came charging in, likely drawn by the outcry of Lynnea. When the dust settled in the short, bloody skirmish that followed, Lyn's brother and several of his friends were dead...the rest captive like herself.
From that point on, Lyn was a slave. Her skills, which were still being trained by her mother, helped her little in her new life. Lynnea, at least, was strong and capable, used to exercise, though not to the extent that slaves were often used. In the beginning her bubbly personality earned her extra attention and punishments and she soon learned to keep her hopes and dreams hidden from the prying eyes of her masters. Regardless of her life, however, the redhead never lost hope and was known for whispering cheerful things to her fellow slaves as well as sacrificing bits of food now and then to those in severe need.
Brelden, a friend of her brother's, had been captured along with her. In the beginning Lynnea had clung to the young man, as he had been familiar and, in a way, an older brother as well. Over her years of slavery, however, the girl rarely saw Brel (as she called him). She learned quickly not to ask questions...and not to seek information about her fellow slaves. When she did see him, it was Lyn who always tried to find reassurance that they would, indeed, go home one day. Where her erstwhile companion turned toward the gods, however, Lynnea slowly backed away. She still worshipped Mielikki, but Lyn felt that they had been abandoned by the gods and never again entrusted hopes of freedom into prayers to her goddess.
I would say that Lynnea's main goal is to be free to go home again. There's also a driving need within her to find true happiness. Her last goal is mostly unknown to her at this time, but she needs to find her way back to her goddess in truth. For now, she feels lost completely, though she never shows such to others.
Allies: Her main ally is Brelden. She's known the man all her life and thinks of him as a brother substitute. She has tried to make friends with most of the other slaves and likely sees all of them as allies to some extent.
Enemies: In the beginning of her captivity, Lyn gave into her temper and angered the Matron of the house that held her slave. Eventually the girl learned to hold her tongue, but that Matron has never entirely believed that Lynnea was truly tamed and has watched her more closely than the ranger-apprentice would have liked.