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Tormsen
Tormsen, son of Torwald
| Name | Tormsen |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | (Semi) retired smuggler, now earning coin as a scout and guide. |
| Age | Slightly past his prime. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wherever his head is laid. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Rugged. Weather-beaten. Time-wearied. Bearish. His cloak and boots heavily worn and stained with travel. A small hand-axe and a long knife carried at his waist are the only weapons about his person.
Hair like darkened wheat at harvest, shot through with deeper strands and hints of auburn. Mixed blood in his veins?
Eyes like shards of cobalt. Watchful and wary. Intermittent flashes of mirth. {Banner art credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/rwZxO} |
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Background
| Friends | There are a few. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | His father and mother have long since passed on. There is a distant cousin, seldom spoken of. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who would threaten the peace and safety of his homeland and its people. |
| Loves | Solitude, the open road, the sound of coin in his purse, well-brewed mead, songs and tales by the fire, sleeping in a real bed now and again. |
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| Hates | Wet stockings, irksome traveling companions, broken wagons, swindlers, Time and the toll it takes on a man. |
| Motivation | His own comfort, to make an honest living. |
| Quotes | "Hrm." |
Tormsen's Adventures
| A Battered Journal: Entry Two | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| A Battered Journal: Entry One | 6 years 3 months ago |
