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Folthorn

Folthorn

Name Folthorn
Status
Dormant
Occupation

Protector of the High Pass

Age
Middle aged
Race
Man
Residence
Amongst the Oak Trees
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Face
Folthorn sports a un-kept, beard that goes from ear to ear, if you do focus on his rather dirty beard then you'll find either some dirt or even bread bits in it. Atop of his left brow lies a scar, vertical, it leaves a rather interesting view when he furrows his left brow. Below his right eye lies some kind of symbolic face-paint, black in color, it resembles either grime or oil. His eyes are blue.
Hair
Folthorn has long, un-kept, black hair that covers most if not all of his backside of his neck. It also tends to hang over his ears, it annoys him somewhat to the point that he has to flick it back.
Body
Folthorn stands at a mighty, 6'4, his weight is of balanced, not skinny nor fat. His build is  athletic. He stands at a combat-ready stance, always unless he -has- to be relaxed which is so far, never.
Clothing
Folthorn always unless "Needed" to wears Beorning-make robes, furs and such. His robe covers most if not all of his body besides his legs. His snow-beast fur boots and cloak give him warmth and coverage against the rain.
Bear-Form
Being one of Beorn's line, Folthorn carries his shape-shifting abilities with great pride, although he never flaunts it. Large paws, kept in shape, flaunting his most deadly weapons around as some may name them as razors that can pry your skin open. His form is large and great, revealing his most formidable. Some say eyes are the gateway to the soul and Folthorn's eyes are quite so, for they reveal rage in it's finest form, bright yellow. His rather moderately sized teeth can tear and sink into any flesh, leaving quite a mark.

 

Background

Folthorn was born a crisp, Autumn morning. His childhood was as normal as one of the Beorning's, for he didn't speak ill or argue against his parents, seldom did he ever disagree. He grew healthy and strong, much like his relatives. He often spent time with his fox companions, running through the field and eating berries. It was rare to see Folthorn without his furry little red friends. Swift, a Red Fox, the fox that has followed Folthorn around since they were both young, has stayed with him to the present day, as a companion, friend, and ally.

When Folthorn was 'ready', he and some other Beornings went alongside Grimbeorn to the High Pass, where they protected and served as foes of Wargs and Goblins, and toll-men. It was there that he was able to save a Snow-Owl from a Goblin, his eyes burned fiery red in hatred, for his hate of Goblins and harming animals was great. They formed a friendship which could never be broken. Presently, after completing his task of removing a Warg-pack, he is traveling back to the Vales.

Friends

He would claim that the beasts of the wild are his friends. Swift, his fox companion, and his horse, Kond

Relatives

Arindiis, Baldmar, Dalfura

Rivals/Enemies

Wargs, Goblins and Orcs

Loves

Anything to do with honey, crushing a warg skull once and a while, the scent of pine needles, the wild.

Hates

Orcs, Goblins, Wargs,

Motivation

To find and butcher the pack of wargs that escaped him.

Quotes

"A gentle butterfly, simply trying to survive in a big world full with things that would try to do him harm."

Folthorn's Adventures

Return to the Vales: Part Two 7 years 7 months ago
Return to the Vales: Part one 7 years 7 months ago
Skirmish Before The Ruins 7 years 10 months ago
Camping Among the Marsh 7 years 10 months ago
Among the Edge... 7 years 10 months ago
Folthorn's Adventures

Folthorn's Gallery

Folthorn's Gallery