Benin (Firetouch)

I remember being the only daughter of a lone mother; I remember her working the day away on several jobs so we could eat and have good clothes and keep our roof over our heads.

That's now a bit different. Here I am a second daughter of a married old couple with thick, long braids of hair. It's pretty but excesive in my opinion.

Life here is also very different than what I knew before: I've barely seen the sunlight ever since I realized where I was, given that we live underground in a series of interconected galeries. And sooner or later everybody grows a beard - massive, thick, but as well-cared for as they're able.

I would bet something on the fact that I was born to dwarves, recalling on my blurry knowledge of several novels I read in my puberty, Salvatore's Trilogy of the Dark Elf my favourite all the way.

And judging by that and the low mood around these parts, I would gather that we're poor, almost starving - there's a reason both my parents break their spines working to provide for my older brother and I.

It seems like mother is a miner and my father the equivalent of a doctor. Or so I think since I don't really understand their language, which is very different to those I knew from Earth.
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The pic is one I found on Tumblr, by user jasonrainville . Its title it's "The Bather", and can be found on link https://jasonrainville.tumblr.com/post/112876076663
I basically visualize Benin a lot like her, with darker hair, and a whole lot more of it as can be read in the fanfic, plus a beard and probably a hairy chest, but really, she's a vision.