Jill a entendu un faible grognement d'en haut et ses oreilles se sont perchées. Elle regarda vers le haut, observant les signes de pluie quand elle comprit qu'une couverture sombre de nuages avait couvert le ciel.Elle se demandait si une tempête se construisait et la pensée l'excitait.Elle avait toujours eu un goût irrationnel et assez étrange pour le mauvais temps.Jill était le genre de personne qui attendait avec impatience le tonnerre ou sauterait dans la joie chaque fois qu'il pleuvait lourdement.Le tempérament désastreux d'une tempête apaisait d'une manière ou d'une autre l'agitation intérieure de ses propres pensées chaotiques.Elle regarda le ciel au-dessus pendant longtemps, attendant que la pluie tombe pour amortir sa tête à toute seconde maintenant.
"Nous devons trouver un endroit pour nous couvrir!" La voix de Brandon a interrompu ses pensées, la renversant à la réalité. Les tempêtes étaient agréables et toutes, mais seulement du confort d'un abri intérieur. Ce serait désastreux si Jill était prise au milieu du chaos. Surtout après le désordre à la maison.Elle l'a suivi dans la taverne, l'endroit étant trop familier pour elle. Par instinct, Jill décida de se diriger vers les tabourets alignés à l'avant, où elle bavardait habituellement avec d'autres comme elle. Puis ses yeux sont tombés sur sa bague et elle s'est arrêtée à mi-chemin. Si elle s'est saoulée à un moment comme celui-ci, il n'y avait aucun doute qu'elle perdrait possession de son anneau. Inconsciemment dans sa main en un poing, Jill s'est détournée. Ne sachant pas quoi faire ensuite, elle se promena, regardant les gens qui s'y étaient rassemblés.
Name: Jill Wayland
Age: 19
Occupation:  Seamstress
Ring: Orange
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Biography:
Jill grew up on the outskirts of the capital where her parents and 4 sisters lived in a cozy house next to an inn that her family had owned for generations. Jill's father Luke Wayland, was a travelling merchant who was often absent from family events and her mother, a reputed teacher in the neighborhood, had to bear the burdens of parenthood mostly by herself.Luke Wayland's business involved exquisite finds from faraway and he often frequented the houses of high nobles, who were usually the only ones around with both the money and time to fawn over trinkets, uncut gems and the like. Although his presence was often missed, good business meant that the family lived quite comfortably with not much to complain about.Jill had a lukewarm childhood, with not much struggles save for the constant need to define herself as an individual different from her sisters. As the child right in between, she had neither the elegance of her sophisticated elder sisters nor the charm of her younger, amiable sisters.However, as she grew older, Jill's focus shifted towards getting better at the things she was good at rather than wait for people to acknowledge her a person. Jill helped her mother with the inn and by spending time with the various lodgers, Jill had picked up quite a set of skills. She learnt how to sew and was decent at art and painting as well.
However, with good things Jill also picked up a few bad things at the inn. Unknown to her family, she had become a habitual gambler. It began with fun games at first but it soon turned into a near addiction for her. She was always up for a bet and when the habitants of inn refused to feed her hobby she turned to pubs and the marketplaces. Over time, Jill got crafty enough to win most of her gambles and no cheap trick was beyond her. Countless victories made her overconfident and Jill even took on proclaimed witches and royal subjects. During one of her similar outings she had put on stake her father's most recent treasures: a handful of pearls and a crown of rare gems in exchange for an angel figurine from a young woman, Leslie, who unknown to Jill, happened to be the daughter of a merchant as well. When she was about to return with her winnings, Jill noticed an orange ring on the angel's left hand. Leslie, who had also just noticed the ring, pleaded with Jill to return it,for she had forgotten to remove the ring. Leslie's pleas fell on deaf ears and Jill ignored her even when she told her about how the ring mattered a lot to her father. Jill's victories were but short-lived. When Leslie confessed to her father, news of the figurine soon reached Luke as well. The family finally figured out where Jill's allowances were disappearing and she was persuaded to give up gambling. Jill begrudgingly agreed, on one condition: she wasn't going to return anything she had won until now.
3 years later, Jill became a seamstress and moved out of her house when she began to earn enough to take care of herself.Without her family's interference, she has fallen back into her habit of gambling; although its now longer as big of a problem as it was in the past. Jill's not sure of whether she has really found her calling yet, but atleast her earnings mean that she can fund her habit for now.