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Hjoromir
Hjoromir ''Trollsbane'' Timberhill
| Name | Hjoromir |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Anything that keeps him from getting bored. |
| Age | 42 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Any place that will have him for the night. |
| Kinship | Clan Timberhall |
| Outward Appearance | Hjoromir is an imposing and somewhat menacing looking man to say the least. He stands at the impressive height of 6ft 3 yet moves surprisingly effortlessly and graceful. At first glance someone would estimate him to be forty years old or so, his face has been marked with a few scars and his nose has clearly been broken several times over. He has long black hair and a full beard befitting a man of his stature, some gray hairs are starting to show however. Then there are his deep blue eyes and the way he looks into the world, with a menacing and unforgiving look. But what draws the attention away from his face is his physique, even though he is getting older the muscles and veins on his arms show that he has been using weapons or hauling around heavy equipment his entire life. Clearly a man of action.
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Background
(WIP)
| Friends | A few hither and dither. |
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| Relatives | None left living. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Too many to count these days. |
| Loves | His pipe and violence. |
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| Hates | Annoying people and elves. |
| Motivation | To see the world. |
| Quotes | ''Come on then! Make me!'' ''Best to just leave him here... the wolves will get him.'' |
