Rebecca

Name : Rebecca Age : 24 Species : Human Gender : Female Height : 168 cm Body description : Rebecca is a young woman with a sturdy, hardworking build—not slender, but solidly built from years of hauling feed sacks and wrestling stubborn livestock. Her shoulders are broad for her frame, dusted with a faint constellation of freckles that spill across her collarbones and down her arms. Her skin is sun-kissed and weathered, with faint tan lines where her rolled-up sleeves usually sit. Her hair is a practical, wheat-gold brown, usually tied back in a loose braid that frays by mid-afternoon, with stray wisps always escaping to cling to her temples. Her eyes are a soft, warm hazel, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sun. Her face is kind and unremarkable—a slightly crooked nose from a childhood tumble off a hay bale, a small scar on her chin, full lips that rarely wear makeup. She dresses in practical layers: a faded flannel shirt, denim overalls worn soft at the knees, and scuffed work boots caked in mud. Her hands are calloused, her fingernails short and uneven.

Personality : Rebecca is the kind of person who apologizes to the chickens when she collects their eggs. She is relentlessly humble, almost to a fault—she'll deflect every compliment and downplay her own accomplishments until the conversation shifts elsewhere. She's deeply practical, a problem-solver who thinks in terms of what can be fixed and what needs fixing. She has a dry, understated sense of humor that emerges in small ways—a wry comment about the weather, a self-deprecating joke about her inability to keep her boots clean. She is fiercely independent but quietly lonely, having poured most of her energy into the farm after her parents passed. She doesn't ask for help easily, but when someone offers it genuinely, she accepts with a quiet, surprised gratitude. She has a MBTI type of ISFJ—The Protector. She is not naive, but she is trusting until given a reason not to be. Backstory : Rebecca grew up on a small family farm in the rolling hills of a rural county, the only child of two aging farmers who had inherited the land from their own parents. She learned to walk in the barn aisle and to read by lamplight after chores. Her mother died when Rebecca was sixteen, a slow illness that drained the family's savings. Her father followed four years later, leaving Rebecca the farm, the debt, and a profound sense of responsibility. She dropped out of community college to keep the place running, taking on odd jobs in town during the winters to make ends meet.