"Honey" Adennin's page

Honne Adennin (or, as she introduces herself, "Just call me 'Honey', sweetie, everyone else does!") doesn't look like much. While she might not be that short for a Halfling, a halfling she is nonetheless, leaving her at just under 3 feet in height, and everything about her appearance suggests the soft, warm, comforts of home. Her build is plump, and her face is rounded and soft, with freckles across her sun-kissed cheeks and the bridge of her nose, amber-brown eyes always curved upwards with a smile. Her hair is short, cut to only about chin-length, copper curls held in place with a simple brown bandana.

She dresses simply, with no real attempt to be fashionable or catch attention, beyond a decorative amber pin she uses as the top button on a sturdy wool dress, layered in dull green and deep, rusty red. When working, she'll wear a pale yellow apron over her dress, and when she needs to protect herself from the weather, she'll add a knitted orange shawl.

Visual reference album, to be added to as I draw more.

Honey's childhood was blessedly calm; uneventful and safe and peaceful, and so, so dreadfully boring. Her parents wanted nothing less for her, both of them escaped slaves from Cheliax themselves who wanted their daughter to grow up knowing a kinder life than they had in their new home of Magnimar. They succeeded, for the most part, but Honey was still raised on stories of their daring and bravery, and wanted so badly for so long to be a hero, just like them.

Thankfully, she grew out of it. Well, mostly. Well, at least out loud. Honey's desire for adventure and acts of heroism never really went anywhere so much as it found other outlets, mostly in the form of books and stories of adventure, which she read voraciously. Read just about anything she could get her hands on, really, works of fiction and academic study alike, which led her, eventually, to the practice of herbalism. At first, it was the folk magic and occultism associated with it that drew her in, in the hopes that one day it would lead her to real magical ability, but as time went on, she discovered a genuine love for the more mundane aspects of the practice. Honey isn't a child anymore, and while she thinks it would be nice, in its way, to one day have her own kind of adventure, she's content with her life, her little herbalist's shop where she's able to help her neighbors and provide a little aid with illnesses and injuries too minor to bother seeking out a cleric.