Nettie's Family:

Jonty Woodruff, died at age 44.  Died in the raids in Trestlebridge leaving his daughters and wife to fend for themselves.

Elanor Woodruff (nee Reid), 40 years of age.  Widowed and living with her in-laws and her daughters.

Nettie Woodruff, 20 years of age. Cares after Jonty’s flock after his death as well as joined the guard after the raids on Trestlebridge.

Alanaa Cardoon (nee Woodruff), 23 years of age.  Widowed after her husband died in the raid.  

Anta Cardoon, 27 years of age, A happy man with his wife   However after the raids, he lost his home.  Leaving his wife with her family, he decided to go out and help find refugees.

Ives Woodruff, 48 years of age. Injured in the raid on Trestlebridge, currently in the healing process. Nettie's uncle.

Seline Woodruff (nee Beecher), 46 years of age.  Nettie's aunt.

Emma Woodruff, 26 years of age, working over time as a tailor to make more clothes for the people of Trestlebridge after many got destroyed in the fires in peoples homes.

Carl Woodruff, 24 years of age, working under his uncle Supervisor Beecher to keep the bridge in good shape.

Rick Woodruff, 22 years of age, a hunter for the town working extra hard to provide food for the rest of his family, and the town where he can get the extras. He is currently courting with Bietrix Wheeler.

Elsie Woodruff, 19 years of age, skilled with patchwork and repairing clothing and shoes alike, usually found sitting outside the family home working on something.

Bart Woodruff, 16 years of age, learning to build like his brother Carl and occasionally helping his uncle.

Earl Woodruff,  14 years of age, learnt the art of fletching from his brother Rick and now supplies him with arrows, as well as sells those that he can spare.

Maria Woodruff, died at age 11, helped around the house with her mother and younger brother. She died recently, from malnutrition as well as catching a cold in her weakened state.

Ham Woodruff, 8 years of age, helps around the house with his mother.

For more of Nettie's Family Tree, click here.

Backstory:

From the time Nettie could remember, she loved the fields outside of town and the various types of livestock that dot the greenery around her.  Although her family was very poor, Nettie never realized it in her early days of life.  Yes, she never had fancy dresses or pretty new dolls or non-hand-me-down clothing, but her father always ensured food was on their table and their needs met.  As far as she knew, she had a happy family, an older sister to look up to, and a safe life.  This was something Nettie cherished dearily throughout her entire childhood.  When Nettie was five, her father handed Nettie her her first lamb after the lamb's mother abandoned it, of which Nettie fell in love with.  Often the little girl kept the lamb close to her, bottle feeding it as if it were a child and soothing it.  While some girls played with dolls pretending to be mothers, Nettie played with her lamb.  From then on she never left her father's side while he tended to his flock.  Her father, despite his faults, was a dreamer which is a trait that Nettie acquired over time.  He often spoke to Nettie of his ultimate dream to buy a farm in Northern Bree-lands and have all sorts of livestock.  Often he promised her of a large yard to play in, lots of healthy gardens, a large house she and her sister could grow up in, and most excitingly of all for the young Nettie's mind, a brand new pretty blue dress.  

However, he often found himself set back from a lost gambling bet which also led to a fist fight or two in the tavern.  By the time Nettie turned sixteen, her father had saved up a little bit, but far to little for the farm.  His father, Nettie's grandfather, passed away at that time leaving her father heartbroken.  Often Nettie remembered sitting outside the tavern waiting for her father only for him to come out owing more money than he had to give.  It took him awhile to recover from the loss and put their family in debt.  Slowly again, her father worked as hard as he could to pay off his debt until they were just making it good again.  He started to save up money by the time Nettie turned twenty, but then the raids began.  

When her father died, it was a hard loss for Nettie and her family, but with little ability to control it, Nettie was force to distract herself with the responsibility of his flock.   Nettie had the dreams and the vision of her father, but she did not have his charisma and charming abilities.  Often she struggled when she wanted to do business with other farmers across Bree-fields, but luckily most were fond of Jonty before his passing and found the little girl trying so hard to follow her father's footsteps that they worked with her despite her faults.  

While Nettie tended to her flock, her mother often spent the money her father had saved up on various things the mother believed they needed.  Nettie tried to convince her mother of her father's dreams, but this only led to fights and more distance between the two.  Luckily, Nettie's flock was south of the village and safe from the fires.  Loosing their homes, Nettie's family was forced to cluster into the already crowded home of Jonty's brother, Ives Woodruff.  With the added stress of loosing their home and their town struggling to defend itself ontop of the original issues lingering since the death of Jonty Woodruff, strain was put onto the relationship of Nettie, her mother, and her sister.  

Often now days Nettie tends to her flock, dreaming she could make enough money for the farm her father always promised her and resenting that she knows she probably never will.  Due to increase of raids burning half her home down, Nettie joined the guard in Trestlebridge.  She spends most her days with the guard and her nights out in a field with livestock and dogs, leaving her weary and often very grumpy.  Her tiredness often feeds the flames of her already deep seeded anger, leaving a bad temper of a storm in her attitude.  

Quotes from RP:

"Jeannetta Woodruff... Or Nettie. Folk call me Nettie. Except the sheep. The just baaaaa at me."  Behind her her sheep baas and kicks his hoof into the dirt, biting at a few bugs pestering his leg.

"What do you want?" She asks, "No one just 'brings supplies' without a motive."

"No, you need some whiskey. That helps with all sores," Nettie pulls out her flask only to find it empty, "oh..."

"If someone scolded me everytime I used foul language..." She then laughs.

He leans closer to her, his voice dropping, "When all the orcs are dead, will it heal those wounds inside?"  Staring at him, Nettie tenses her jaw in reaction to the question. Silence lingers over the two for a long time with nothing but the soft trickle of the fountain behind them. Finally, she opens her mouth, saying carefully, "That's what makes me so angry."

Banner Image by Mike Jory

((Note: If you have a character who is from, has spent any extensive amount of time in Trestlebridge, or would have reason to do any buisness with a shepherd from Trestlebridge, feel free to know Nettie.  If you RP up in Northern Bree-lands or Trestlebridge and wish for RP, feel free to send me a message.))