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Biography of Myrtle Overhill Myrtle Overhill was born in a small hobbit-hole. Her parents names were Dora Overhill and Moro Overhill. Right from the start of her early childhood, Myrtle worked with her parents out on the fields and she was very good at it at that. After a long day of work, Myrtle and her parents would go up on a hill, sit on the grass and look out to where the sky meets the sea. A distinct scent of pipe-weed would dance carefully under her nose. A scent of home. Her parents loved her dearly and she loved them. A family is all you need and a family's pride is everything that matters. Myrtle met many friends in the land of the burrows. All sharing the same mindset of nothing being better than home. And why would they need to be anywhere else, when life was simply perfect? Dora and Moro Overhill would frequently go out on small dates. Never too far away from the burrows, just a stroll around the street or to a pub and have a drink. One evening, Myrtle waited for their return only to find out that they were never going to. Days later, a set of clothes was found in the forest nearby, and Myrtle instantly knew that they belonged to her parents. The townsfolk assumed, that Dora and Moro had been eaten by a bear. For Myrtle, this was devastating news. Her friends came to visit her once in a while, but she never felt like going out. She didn't even want to go to all the parties being held. She claimed that she fell ill and therefore couldn't work in the fields no more. She just stayed at home with the doors and windows closed and a chimney never to be smoking again. A tiny voice telling her, that this wasn't the whole, true story. Years passed as she grew older and deciding to once again roam the streets. All her friends were happy of having her back and they instantly started partying, smoking and drinking. Still, she mostly slept throughout the day, and if she worked in the fields, she would take as many breaks as possible. When Myrtle was with her friends she would hate when they started to talk with other people than her. Or rather, she was scared. She was scared that the other halflings would take her friends from her. As she began expressing her anger to the situation to her them, they started to find it very annoying and would begin keeping her at a distance. This scared Myrtle even furthur as they were her friends, and they should only be with her. And so they started to leave her. Now Myrtle is 22 years old, she is left with no friends. Even though she talks with almost everyone in her village, she keeps them all at a distance, too afraid of what she might do if they get too close. But to look past that, life in the land of the burrows is good. It's calm and predictable. There's a lot of pipe-weed and mead. The parties never gets boring even though it's the same over and over agian. Predictable and unnerving. Sometimes, there's still a tiny voice in the back of her mind asking about what really happened to her parents. orcs?