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Thadirin
Thadirin Bruican
| Name | Thadirin |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Freelance Mercenary, Professional Drunkard, Hired Guard. |
| Age | Healthy for his age, but he's seen better days. |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Breeland |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Thadirin is a fierce looking bearded man with a terribly large and broad build, you would not have to look twice to determine that he was a warrior sort. He stands tall, as though he carried himself with a deal of importance and despite his often jovial and outwards appearance, there's certainly an air of arrogance about him that some may find displeasing. Thadirin is not in any means a handsome fellow, his face had an unfriendly, bull like quality to it. Sickly green eyes stare at any who cross his path and his beard is graying far before his hair, which he keeps fairly trimmed and clean in spite of his wild beard. Thadirin is a clumsy, loud and expressive fellow, often cracking jokes with a wicked, warped sense of humor, he is impulsive and oftentimes rude, picking quarrels with people and getting into mischief for no apparent reason other than for his own amusement. To him such acts are simply childish fun, though his large, powerful physique coupled with his loud voice could easily give the impression that Thadirin is naught but a brigand and a bully. Speaking of his voice, Thadirin shouts a lot, so much so that his voice has become strained, grizzly and stern at all times. Should Thad ever have reason to come across as more genuine and gentle, he'd have a rather tough time in doing so, his disposition doesn't give him a lot to work with.
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Background
Thadirin is a strange fellow, impulsive and brash, he seldom stops to think what he is doing, he seems to have a somewhat childish attitude at times and despite surrounding himself with folk who ground him, he can oftentimes get himself into situations that could get him in trouble. Despite this, Thadirin is not dull minded... Promise!
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| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Father: Glaerond Bruican |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | A good ale, roast chicken, getting into mischief, people with a good sense of humor, flowers, the color purple, |
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| Hates | People who wear hoods in the Prancing Pony. |
| Motivation | While long term ambitions are hardly in Thadirin's mind, his current motivation would be to simply land some good fortune far away from Gondor, and live somewhere quiet, away from the troubles of Men. |
| Quotes | "Insult my friend again, and I swear, I'll shove the jail keys so far up your arse, I'll spend a lifetime waiting for you to fish them out!" |
