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Hartson
Hartson Arrowroot
| Name | Hartson |
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| Occupation | Forester & Hunter |
| Age | Almost middle age |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Breeland-Usually can be found in Prancing Pony or wilderness |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Height: 5' 8" He's a weather-beaten man, looking to be in his mid to late twenties, with a sun and wind burnt skin, with brown hair to his shoulders, and well trimmed sideburns leading into a short beard. His eyes are also brown, and he's relatively stocky for his height. Generally, he wears old leather boots, stained and battered trousers, and a thick shirt that is an indiscernible blend of colors. He also has a leather vest on top of that. His most prized clothing item is an ancient peaked hat that may have once been dark blue, but is now indiscernible. There are tears that have been crudely sewn back up and mismatched patches. He sticks a feather in it for luck most of the time as well. |
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Background
Hartson Arrowroot is the son of Hart Arrowroot. He was born on a farm on the edge of the Chetwood, and grew learning woodcraft and farming from his father. His mother died when he was two from childbirth complications. His brother died not long afterwards. He grew up learning to hunt, carve, and even farm a little.
When he became an adult, he headed out on his own to Bree to set himself up as a hunter and woodworker for himself, and he's been doing that for 10 years.
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | Sitting back to relax in the Pony, warm fires, Barliman's best ale, a good day's hunt, being in the forests |
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| Hates | Having to work in the rain, trouble makers, foreigners doing his job |
| Motivation | He's just trying to make a living. |
| Quotes | "The little folk have troubles, yes, usually when they skip meal." |
