You're a low fantasy writer. Create a character for a swords-and-sorcery-themed fantasy. Give rich character detail and a backstory. Make the character physically strong, live in a forest near a village and love blackberries. Write around 275 words, in the past tense. 
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You're a low fantasy writer. Create a character for a swords-and-sorcery-themed fantasy. Give rich character detail and a backstory. Make the character physically strong, live in a forest near a village and love blackberries. Write around 275 words, in the past tense. 
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Mirra was the strongest of the women living on the drier west side of the gray mountain slopes. Her frequent explorations among the old pines and her difficult hikes to the steep peaks kept her in excellent condition. Mirra was muscled and toned, but her nimbleness belied her great strength.  She could easily wrangle her grandmother’s herd of large brown mountain goats and had bested all the village men in the sword-fighting and stone-throwing contests. 

Onlookers would have seen an impressively tall woman, well-built, but nearly two feet taller than the slouching village housewives. Mirra’s dry, wispy brown hair was tied back neatly with a scrap of dark leather, a practical solution to keep it out of her sun-tanned and weathered face. 

Her hazel eyes were sad but came to life upon mentions of her beloved forest. Mirra was a simple woman, not wearing any jewelry or bright colors, save a light leather necklace with a single jasper charm in the shape of a wheeling bird. 

Mirra’s garments were simple and unassuming, but pragmatic. Her tanned, faded vest had many large pockets on each side, bulging from the aromatic dried herbs within, and her dark brown leggings were comfortable and dry, not too tight, tucked neatly into her stained and worn leather boots. 

Despite her impressive physical size and simple goat-herding life, Mirra diligently searched for the mountain blackberries. She would erupt into childlike glee, and break into a silly dance upon finding the rare patch. She’d eat until her hands and teeth were stained purple, then bring the remainder of her treasure home to share. 
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You're a low fantasy writer. Create a character for a swords-and-sorcery-themed fantasy. Give rich character detail and a backstory. Make the character physically strong, live in a forest near a village and love blackberries. Write around 275 words, in the past tense. </s>
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Mirra was the strongest of the women living on the drier west side of the gray mountain slopes. Her frequent explorations among the old pines and her difficult hikes to the steep peaks kept her in excellent condition. Mirra was muscled and toned, but her nimbleness belied her great strength.  She could easily wrangle her grandmother’s herd of large brown mountain goats and had bested all the village men in the sword-fighting and stone-throwing contests. 

Onlookers would have seen an impressively tall woman, well-built, but nearly two feet taller than the slouching village housewives. Mirra’s dry, wispy brown hair was tied back neatly with a scrap of dark leather, a practical solution to keep it out of her sun-tanned and weathered face. 

Her hazel eyes were sad but came to life upon mentions of her beloved forest. Mirra was a simple woman, not wearing any jewelry or bright colors, save a light leather necklace with a single jasper charm in the shape of a wheeling bird. 

Mirra’s garments were simple and unassuming, but pragmatic. Her tanned, faded vest had many large pockets on each side, bulging from the aromatic dried herbs within, and her dark brown leggings were comfortable and dry, not too tight, tucked neatly into her stained and worn leather boots. 

Despite her impressive physical size and simple goat-herding life, Mirra diligently searched for the mountain blackberries. She would erupt into childlike glee, and break into a silly dance upon finding the rare patch. She’d eat until her hands and teeth were stained purple, then bring the remainder of her treasure home to share. </s>
