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Gorlen

Gorlen Shadowborn
| Name | Gorlen |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sellsword, mercenary |
| Age | Round about ealry 20s |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | In and around Bree-Land, |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Gorlen A young man that stands at average height with long oak-brown hair that hangs past his shoulders, a few locks of which is tied at the back to keep his face clear. His face, deceivingly open, reveals high cheekbones, deep and penetrating curious hazel eyes which hides his thoughts well, thin lips that is quick to offer a smirk or smile, a sneer or snarl. His frame is well built and muscled, yet hidden within a slender and dexterous shape. Across his left eye a poorly healed a scar slides down from his inner brow across his face.
He normally wears soft, flowing clothes that gives him ease of movement. He carries a visible dagger and sword at his side. On the inside of his cloak a row of 5 thin throwing daggers are fastened with thick leather straps, which may fall out now and then.
He's self taught in the use of a dagger and sword from an early age, mostly duel wielding them if possible. He also carries 5 thin throwing knives hidden within his cloak which he uses with accurate skill within 20 feet. He is a decent but not practiced shot with a bow.
Curious, intrigued, clumsy, awkward, crude, ambitious, impulsive, unlucky - many contradictions can be used to describe this fellow. Yet hidden, his true thoughts would lurk inside, seldom revealed, as they hide beneath a mystical amber flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
(Logo artwork by Sheppard56) (Still figuring out how to put music on my profile, and lazy, but here's something that reminds me of him - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlRDPrOeMsk - ) |
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Background
From the squaller of Lake Town's dismal plague of water-rats a young boy and his even younger sister was orphaned by the murder of their mother; their father they never knew. At the age of nine and four the two made their way through a scrape for survival, till one day. Forced upon the streets of the town, more happened that the surviving man has not been heard ever spoken of to others.
Also see Past Issues 1 - Past Issues 2 - Past Issues 3
Gorlen seemed to have gotten himself stuck in Bree with no coin, and a hand apt and eager to spend; that, and with the flow if excitement begging constantly in his veins, he joined the mercenaries, The Bloody Dawn, for what coin he could muster.
Collection of writing out of Gorlen's own quill ~ Crumpled Notes
Collection narrating Gorlen's adventures ~ Purse or Promise
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Murdered |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Good ale. Excitement. The weight of coin in his pouch. The solitude of night. To see a smile on another's face. Evangelline, mother of his unborn child, both of which died. Piperel... quite a bit. |
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| Hates | Frowned upon. Hypocrisy. Bigots. Feudal governance. Being falsely accused. |
| Motivation | Train his blade arm. Laugh and observe with amusement the odd folk around him. |
| Quotes | "All's well that ends well... ain't it?" "No man, be their respect be it gained from birth, rank or deed should be seen above the standing of others" "You have to be kidding me.... Bow down?!" |
Gorlen's Adventures
| Crumpled note ~ 19 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Purse or Promise ~ 3 | 10 years 7 months ago |
| Mercantile Musings | 10 years 7 months ago |
| Crumpled note ~ 18 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Crumpled note ~ 17 | 10 years 8 months ago |

