Meet Terry Woodrick. He's not very special. Infact: His father is a mere blacksmith and he a farrier who had only recently begun his career. 
Though ignoring that bit, he is as most Bree-men are; short. His hair is often found having an oily substance on it, causing it to shine within light. 
He is not richly clad, nor very poorly. His clothes are neat and tidy and so is his goatee. It may be obvious to guess that he spends a reasonable amount of time every morning when grooming.
After a day of work he would return home to neaten himself once more and change to something cleaner. He does not work overlong hours, yet he awakens early every day and ends his work around mid-afternoon.
 Terry is by no means a warrior or fighter of any kind, he can hardly wield any weapon and he's very little interest in ever doing so, save for some mild amusement. Though he'd not be accounted as weak, there's a fair amount of muscle on his body after many hours of smithing.
if one were to come close enough you might find that there is a mild lingering scent of lavender about him and his clothing.
Only at the age of 19 he still lives with his mother and father, his family doesn't have much coin, though his manner of dressing may betray this sometimes, for what shares of his work-pay which keeps he often spends on clothing and most he saves up.

He enjoys a riddles, and dice, and many other more interesting games and he has a rather active imagination. He is learned in the ways of words and counting(But he can't count too high).