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Fostrid
Fostrid
| Name | Fostrid |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Tradesman, Rohirric merchant |
| Age | Twenty-two |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree-land Homesteads |
| Kinship | "None" |
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Background
| Friends | Many that he doesn't remember the names of |
|---|---|
| Relatives | No living relatives other than his Father or Mother |
| Rivals/Enemies | None, he refuses to have rivals |
| Loves | A deep mug of smber coated cider or sweet mead, a pipe protruding from his tightly clapsed lips, smell of breakfast in the morning, yet most of all his Fiancee Haedwyn |
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| Hates | Anyone who takes themselves too seriously, mush or marshlands, Seeing pain placed on those he cares about |
| Motivation | If asked he couldn't conjur up some sort of motivation, for he's perfectly content with where he currently is in life |
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