Florrie Lorgan
Description
Name: Florrie Lorgan
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing Marks: Florrie Lorgan is a rather unremarkable person. Perhaps the most noticeable element of her appearance is her hair, but that would only be because it is quite wavy and untamed. But underneath that wild mess, on her left temple and over her eye is an unappealing scar, and indeed if anybody were to examine her unclothed body they would discover that her left shoulder and hip feature a smattering of scar tissue as well, perhaps all gained from the same incident.
General Appearance: Exemplifying the best of the Lorgan family physical trademarks such as round, expressive eyes and a strong frame, Florrie floats gracelessly above the ground when she
A passing examination would grant the watcher that Florrie's hair is a mess, but never dirty or covered in grime for a moment longer than her days requires. She has fair and healthy skin that is gingerly sprinkled with freckles. On the short side, Florrie has strong legs and wide hips from a lifetime of physical activity and working for her family's livelihood, and like anybody else who works for a living her form is dressed in utilitarian clothing although she prefers to wear an eclectic assortment. That leaves anybody nabbing a look at her with the impression that she is pretty, somewhat klutzy and graceless, but unremarkable.
But that klutziness is wonderfully countered by her incredible sense of balance and awareness of her surroundings. She stumbles and trips but never slips or falls, and although her movements seem erratic and without any dignified bearing there is an ease of fluid movement that is appealing to those with an eye for the honest. Florrie smiles easily and readily, although she is often tight-lipped and quiet with people surrounding her.
The freckles that are dashed onto her forehead and cheeks continue to canvas her body from head to toe. Her strong legs are thick, as is her rear, but they are appealingly shaped and muscular. She has wide hips and a relatively narrow waist, her breasts are plump and quite large for her frame, and she is lacking almost any body hair (another Logran family trait, those smooth-skinned devils...)
As mentioned before Florrie wears unassuming and functional clothing for her work, clothing that also effectively disguises her appealing body; usually a colorful and patchwork skirt with a similarly mismatched shirt or jacket, depending on the weather conditions. She prefers to walk barefoot. Although far removed from any line of nobility and the disposable wealth that station has to offer, Florrie is recognized as one of the best in her line of work, so she can afford a few articles of clothing that are less than functional, but much more appealingly designed. She owns a light pink dress with tasteful lace and a diaphanous make and a similarly colored set of matching underclothes. Florrie owns almost an identical dress in light blue. She has yet to find an occasion to wear these outfits except at weddings and when attempting to sell her services to the nobility.
HISTORY
Personality: Florrie is unfailingly kind and patient, and has only rarely given in to her anger and base emotions. She is enchantingly friendly and charmingly polite, but doing so is exceptionally taxing on her psyche. Her base nature plants Florrie firmly as a reclusive introvert, more inclined and happy to be comfortable in her home either alone or with a few close friends. But enough time working with the public and the nobility has encouraged Florrie to develop her generally positive nature into a more outgoing one. It is never disingenuous but it is always a conscious decision to act this way.
True to her nature Florrie prefers time spent with her garden and her animals, automatically forgiving them any transgressions based on the logic that "At least they aren't people." Her interests lie largely in the natural world, and some part of her soul is truly wild and desires a home in the forest, away from the drudgery of her existence making other people rich and helping provide for her family. Florrie is preternaturally calm and composed during emergencies and acts with absolute assuredness when split-second thinking is all that is alotted.
Florrie will always seek to find common ground and reason her way to a sensible outcome whenever a disagreement pops up. She is largely a pacifist and has only lip-service patience for the rude and the crude. She has an inability to "let something be" and will ask a long line of questions to get to the root of a comment or a question. Florrie will never leave a stone unturned and, quite simply, needs to know everything going on around her. It has made for a lonely life, because she holds those close to her to high standards. As life goes on, friends and lovers are pushed away when they fail, and deep inside Florrie is a lonely girl looking for that person she is beginning to doubt exists.
Sexual Preferences: Prefers men while sober and women while intoxicated
House: None
Background: The eldest child of Franko and Nora Lorgan, but the first in a line of a half-dozen children, Florrie had her work cut out for her from the moment she drew her first breath. Being born into a family of celebrated tradesman is no small undertaking, and it carries great weight with it. Franko was celebrated as, initially, a skilled and attentive horse groom, and eventually as a horse whisperer of great renown. He was capable of calming any horse, it seemed, from wild and unbroken mairs to angry, shell-shocked war horses. Nora made a name for herself by gardening the private gardens of House DeHaviland. The roses and the gladiolus, the lilies and the dahlias, even the peonies were stunning, and they drew visitors from far and wide to admire the expertly tended trees and flowers of the estates.
Although her younger siblings were all eventually specialized into one area or another, Florrie found herself incapable of picking just one. She spent some days with her father and displayed an intuitive voice for speaking with the horses (and the dogs, and cats, and chickens, even the flies and the bees). Franko taught Florrie what he learned, and supervised his daughter's endless hours brushing horse coats and trimming hooves, and felt no small measure of pride in his daughter's skill and eager smile. Florrie spent other days with her mother, where she proved to be an insatiable sponge for knowledge on pruning and fertilizing and cultivation. She learned to trim and shape the shrubbery, to pollinate the orchards, and most importantly to approach gardening with a deliberate patience and profound joy of the practice, and while Nora taught and Florrie learned, the mother felt no small measure of pride in her daughter's skill and eager smile.
While Florrie contributed most of her income to the growing family, finding that she never truly fit in anywhere and always feeling out of place everywhere she set her intent, she would eventually grow restless and began to succumb to periods of deep despair. Her friends and family were all moving on, accumulating the material and immaterial wealth that life spotlighted, but Florrie herself found no value in any of it.
Several months ago she made a bold departure from her usual way of life and placed a bid with the powers that be to become a state-sponsored gardener. Although the ambitious move was fed primarily by desperate hopes, it succeeded, and soon Florrie found herself receiving a paid journey to a new area, where she could sell her trade and help the ruling powers along the way. Florrie intends to save whatever income she can from this endeavor, and also to bottle up the animosity she feels towards frivolous flights of fancy that are embodied by the ruling class, until she can make a break for the horizon and see if her feet feel at home somewhere new.
