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Birchald
Birchald
| Name | Birchald |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Mummer, storyteller, drudger |
| Age | Mid thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Many beds in many places, currently dwelling in the town of Bree |
| Kinship | - |
| Outward Appearance | Colourful are his clothes, but if any with even a slightly trained eye were to look upon them, they would notice the cheap dye, but sturdy make of them. Atop his head sits his trademark hat, sometimes used in tricks. All about him sit trinkets, bracelets, rings and charms, some seem curiously of an ancient design, others Dwarven, Rohirric, or Dalish.
With a wiry frame, he has a particularly sturdy gait about him, and some may find him stronger than imagined – true signs of a traveling worker.
With a pleasant, sing-song tone to his voice, he seems almost idle in some conversation, until he begins his small show pieces, often when backed into a corner, or performing in the street. He carries with him a strange humor, one either not accepted, or not understood by any but those closest to him.
Birchald is, and looks to be in his mid thirties, carrying the overall rugged, yet mildly educated form of a mummer. He smells of lavender, and often prefers charm, and niceties over pulling a blade or causing a brawl. |
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Background
Very much a traveling man, used to moving from place to place. He is known by many of the farms dotting Bree-land, and those lands north of the Trestlespan. Grafting, drifting, drudging along, and bringing tales of the fair folk, and the not so fair folk to children, and childish adults all over – some even believe him to have met with some fey-beings.
His family's lineage goes back as far as the distance it has traveled, and that may be a very long way.
His family dressed in bright clothes and made their coin from selling corn dolls, 'magic wands' and lucky charms. Sometimes, they would end up fleeing from a farm or two, to be welcomed at the next. Tinkers, labourers, and entertainers, they were, often welcomed with open arms, and sent away with a stern farewell, only to be welcomed back months, or a year later, when all was forgotten, and time had healed what minor damage they would have caused.
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Credit to AokiAvsen, the creator of "Mummers" on Deviantart.com - I edited it to fit the banner size, check it out on DeviantArt - a great piece.
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| Friends | Friends are made fastly |
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| Relatives | Family all over, they roam, they drift, and he barely crosses paths with them |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies are made slowly |
| Loves | A good stew, fires by the road, strange stories told well |
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| Hates | The waste of a good bottle, mistreatment of a fellow entertainer, being confined |
| Motivation | Sprites, coin, reputation |
| Quotes | "Come one, come all!" |
Birchald's Adventures
| First Journal Entry | 10 years 8 months ago |
| The Stone Squatter Bandit | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Back Down From Up The Greenway | 10 years 8 months ago |
| A Fine Day to Have a Play | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Lord of Wanderers | 10 years 9 months ago |
