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Radcliffe
Radcliffe Fox Lockwood
| Name | Radcliffe |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Former Watcher, looking for work |
| Age | Early-mid thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree Town |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Radcliffe is a brute of a man with thick arms, strong legs and a broad chest and shoulders, forged through hard labour from a young child and long into his adult years. In his youth he was considered a handsome boy with a strong jawline but a question comes if that still stands now that the man has managed to get his face scarred, his nose slightly crooked, a cut lip and even a good chunk from the top of his right ear gone and the right eye now clouded over. |
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Background
Radcliffe is a Bree-lander born and raised living up in the northern parts with his mother and father. Living near Hengstacer’s farm Radcliffe and his father often worked to assist with the horses along with caring for the fields when time came to gather hay for the winter.
As a boy and teen Radcliffe, or Rad as he’s known to some, was known to be a troublemaker scaring people’s chickens, throwing mud-balls as passing people and even snatching pies from windowsills.
Unusually tall for a Bree-lander Radcliffe often stood out in the crowd of boys he’d hang around with when visiting the town, whether it was to get supplies from the market or bringing/taking horses.
His father, Tomas Lockwood, was known as a kind but witty man who met with an unfortunate end when he fell off a horse he was training and broke his neck, Radcliffe was in his late teen years at the time and after his mother became a widow he decided to stay with her into his late twenties to assist her with the farm.
When his mother, Arleen Lockwood, got remarried Radcliffe was finally free to leave his beloved home.
He made his way to Bree Town in hope to find some work and it wasn’t long until the man was working as a Watcher, keeping watch at the West Gate. Overtime he took on more work until the stress got to him. After an insistent that could have been handled better, the man was dismissed from the ranks and now looks for another line of work.
| Friends | Few and far between |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Arleen Smith - Mother |
| Rivals/Enemies | Troublesome people and isn't a fan of southerners |
| Loves | Women, his job, his homeland, being lazy when he can, Barliman's ale |
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| Hates | Troublemakers, whiny people, disrespect, badgers |
| Motivation | To find some new work and start settling |
| Quotes | "Soddin'..." |
