Emma Northwood's page

I am the only child of two exceptionally loving parents, that are farmers in our quaint village of Rosewood. It's a lovely farming community and we usually do very well with our crops, animals, and animal goods at the markets in the larger towns. My mother makes all kinds of jams, and canned goods to sell. She's the best cook in the world and I learned a lot from her in kitchen. I also like helping my Pa with the animals. I always seemed to have a knack for making sick animals feel better and nursing them back to health. I had some friends, but I cared more about taking care of the animals, than I did about finding tadpoles in the creek. If one of my friends got hurt though, I would be one of the first ones there, seeing what I could do to make them feel better.
When I was about 10, a family of humans moved to our village. Not that we cared who lived in our village. We had no problem with other races living alongside us, as long as they respected the land and others around them. The elders in our village welcomed all with open arms that came, as long as no trouble was caused.
They had a boy with them....if he had siblings, I did not notice at the time. He looked about 6, and nervous of the new surroundings. Boys still seemed gross to me at the time, but my mother made me go with her to welcome the new family and take them some of her homemade jam as a welcome gift. I stayed close to my mother, but never took my eyes off of the little boy whose name I found out was Aiden.
Time went by and we both grew and found that we had similar interests as we reached our teenage years. We both loved animals, and being outdoors. As we started running into each other more frequently, our parents started noticing how much time we had been spending together. What was happening was obvious to everyone but us.
There comes a time when all young men of age go on an annual hunting trip with the other men of the village to store up meats and pelts for the upcoming winter. I had been studying with the clerics of our village for a few years, and now that I was 20, I was eligible to go with them on this hunt to assist them and learn how to heal during a battle in case someone got hurt.
The men had been tracking a group of wild boar through the nearby woods, when one very large boar came charging out of some brush right at me! Before it had a chance to reach me though, Aiden came out of nowhere and leapt in front of me. He shoved his spear deep into the beasts neck, stopping it in it's tracks and killing it instantly. He saved my life...and as he turned to make sure that I was alright, I looked into his eyes as his hand touched mine, and I just knew....I knew he was meant for me. That was four years ago. We ended up seriously dating after he rescued me from the huge boar that was even bigger than it looked while charging me. After the hunting feast, he asked my Pa if he could court me. My Ma was so happy she started to cry and had me blushing furiously at the village gathering. We courted for two years before he asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes! We've been married for two years now, and I am the youngest Vicar that our village has ever had. I love my husband, our parents, our village, and the people and animals in it. I can't wait to see what our future holds.

Emma is 28 years old. At 3'0" and 32lbs, she has a petite frame, but there is nothing petite about her personality.
Her hair is a medium strawberry blond, and hangs down her back in loose wavy curls. She usually wears it with part of it braided in the back, while the rest of it lays in loose waves and curls around her face with a slight wisp of bangs.
Her eyes are a startling shade of Azure blue, and seem to twinkle with mischief at times. She has a light sprinkling of freckles across her button nose, rosey cheeks, and a smile that can light up a room, and sometimes convey her mischievous tendencies.

Emma had always been a happy, kind, and compassionate soul. Her parents joked that she was born laughing, not crying. She cares about everyone around her. She is sweet, but can be sassy at times. She has always had the heart of a caregiver, even as a child. She tries to see the best in everyone, but she knows that evil still lurks in the world.

Emma's parents are down to earth, honest, hard working folks that are respected and well liked in their community.
Her father, Glenn Thistlefoot, is a farmer and a natural at growing crops and raising various farm animals. He stays busy on the farm from before dawn until after sunset, but always makes time for his family. Since Emma became Vicar a few years ago, to many people's surprise given her mischievous spirit, and moved out of her family home to the cottage by the Chapel, her mother and father have been feeling a little lonely in their large for them home. As such, they have been talking about having another baby, but have not yet mentioned anything about it to Emma.
In the meantime, Glenn has been having some of the youths from the village coming to the farm to help out with the chores that are too much to handle by himself. In exchange for their help, his wife makes them yummy goodies to take home to their families, along with a few coin.
Her mother, Fern, is a very loving and kind hearted woman who always has more than enough love to spread to others. Whether it's welcoming a new family to the village, lending a listening ear, taking canned or other goods to a neighbor in need, or just holding someone's hand to comfort them, if there is anyone that needs anything, you can bet that Fern is usually there, or on her way there. She misses having a young one around to love and fuss over, and has been talking to Priscilla about the possibility of her and Glenn having another one. They are keeping it to themselves for now, in case it doesn't work out. Their time with Emma seemed far to short, even with what a handful she turned out to be...but they wouldn't have her any other way and are proud of the young woman she has become.