Full Name - Qhadar Vahdal "Qhad"

Race - Antani, Race of men.

Location of birth - Bree-Town

Age, as known - Aged between 19 and 24, depending on who he's telling.

Father - Baelkharvh, a man Qhadar would prefer to forget.

Mother - Ferren

Current Residence - Any inn, any place.

Religious Standing - To quote Qhadar on the subject, 'Gods? Heh. I'd sooner bend my knee to Dogs. Oh isnt that odd? G.O.D. and D.O.G... Now, push off would you.'

Political Standing - Qhadar takes no interest in politics, despite his father's heritage. He wants nothing to do about Baelkharvh or any of his antics; Qhadar seems to be expelling himself from the House of Bael.

Personality - A charmer, Qhadar has made his way through the sneak, and violent, lifestyle in the town of Bree. He seems to be quite a hearty man who takes pleasure in drinking himself to the point of fainting, when he can actually afford to, and he apparently holds an innate addiction to the smoking of pipe-weed. Qhadar doesn’t seem to like food, else he has simply grown used to the lack of it, and he will often avoid eating unless he feels forced to, by anyone else, or by his physical limits. While not particularly of a sadistic nature, Qhadar can sometimes take happiness in the inflicting of pain upon those he feels the innate need to wreak vengeance on... This can often lead to him beating, killing and causing no short amount of physical, psychological and mental pain in others, however this version of his state is, by extreme, rare and would only occur whence he has reached the point of complete hatred for another, say... His father?

Closest Family Members - By Relation, not by favoritism; 

•A half-brother, on his mother's side, whom he will not name.
•His mother, Ferren, recently deceased.
•His father, Baelkharvh.
•-And many other cousins, uncles, a nephew, three nieces, and over twenty, whom he knows by name, other half-brothers and sisters on his father's side.

Loves - There is not exactly much that is clearly loved by Qhadar, however... Drinking, literally. Drinking and drinking and drinking; Playing the role of the "Charmer" in a group or conversation; Joking about, usually with crude japes.

Hates -  Above all else, Qhadar harbors a great hatred of his father, Baelkharvh, for reasons concerning his mother and his father's other wives. 

Notable Injuries or Afflictions - None as of yet, Bael seems to be in a healthy condition.

Marital Status, as of yet - Qhadar is not married yet, and he doesn’t seem to be looking for a marriage either, as of yet.

Friends - Random inn-patrons and fellow drinkers are this man's best friends.

Rivals - Unknown strangers that Qhadar has gotten into drunken brawls with, stolen from, or insulted somehow.

Oddities - Qhadar is much, much paler and fairer in skin than his father. This is most likely explained by the fact that his life was, as of yet, entirely spent in Bree-Town... This can cause a confusion in his ethnicity, as he does not carry the Eastern look or accent his father has;

While Qhadar is a charmer, he, uncommon for those of a similar nature, knows when to stop harassing others if he realizes it has reached a point of "harassment".

Qhadar seems to have constantly-changing accents and slurs in his words, one may notice. Whether he sounds like an articulate noble, or a down-trodden beggar from some alley, there will always be a change in his tone and accent... For reasons unknown.

Infamous Quotes (Within actual RP events);

"I'm... So... Damned... Sober." - Qhadar seems to be sober.

"I NEED ALE! HAS ANYONE GOT ANY ALE!?" - Ale, ale, oh hail ale!

"... Depends. How old are you?" - When asked about his age.

"Oh ye'h took y'er bloody time Barli! N'aw pas'me som'o't'a't ale!" - Qhadar, after being given a drink by another patron.

"Bloo'y red-cloaked guar's'o'sor's. T'ey t'ink t'ey own t'er place! Cann'ee'a'man jus' ge'som' ale!?" - Qhadar, referring to a group of Red-Company guards.

"Gods? Heh. I'd sooner bend my knee to Dogs. Oh isnt that odd? G.O.D. and D.O.G... Now, push off would you? A man drinking ale doesnt need some old fanatic bugging him." - His opinion on religion, when prompted to stop drinking by an elderly monk, of sorts.

"Shhhheeee wassshhh a pwetty ship!! Whensh I wash sha shailor! Shi scouldsh shail sha sheaaa!" - Qhadar's foul attempt at singing, after having well over six tankards of ale. Or was it seven?

"You expect me, all unarmoured and such, to fight that dog in chains and all!? A dagger against a greatsword? [...] Damn your Spar. Damn the Watch. Damn you." - Qhadar after being told that he has to spar with the man that assaulted him. Apparently the Watch would rather let murderers roam free, and infact promote their sparring with those they seek to kill.

"Now buy me an ale, would you? [...] Yes, I can afford it. But I tend to prefer others affording my drinks." - Qhadar, talking to Henrey about why he doesn't buy his own ales, most of the time.