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Eskaryn
Eskaryn
| Name | Eskaryn |
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| Age | Youthful |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Staddle |
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| Outward Appearance | 22 years old, slight in build and small in stature, Esk is the very personification of the word, undestinguishing. She is fairly plain with no outstanding features, she couldn't be called ugly but would only be called beautiful by a shortsighted squinting man in a candlelit inn after he's consumed several pints... |
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Background
Born the fifth child of seven to a local farming family, she always feels a disappointment to her parents. She spent a lot of her childhood running around playing heros and orcs with her brothers, sadly they're a contentious bunch who grew up and turned too quickly from pretend fighting to serious farming subjects.
The phrases and descriptions that she'd give of herself fall a little short of her actions. She'd give an account of herself joining the guard as a bold leap to freedom away from her families expectations of her life, but still she wouldn't sign on until her parents gave permission.
Her taste for pipeweed is an aquired one from her attempts to overcompensate and settle a position within the guards, but if pressed she'd have to admit that it isn't something that she loves.
She still occasionally day-dreams of leading a battalion of warriors heroically into battle but casts it to the back of her mind, and feels that she gets more than enough excitement dealing with the citizens of bree.
| Friends | Bree Town Guards |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Sitting with her feet up in the jail on a wet and windy day, with a paper of cheap gossip and a tot of homebrewed. |
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| Hates | Ploughing. Planting. Tending crops from blight, midges and bunt weevils. Harvesting. Cooking. Cleaning.... |
| Motivation | When she joined the guard she would have said to heroically join in glorious battles like the heroes from her childhood stories. Now she'd say a few little luxuries and the time off in a warm quiet corner to enjoy them. |
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