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Frodefast
" Mercenary Baker " Frodefast
| Name | Frodefast |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Master of Baking |
| Age | Mid-Twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Beorn's Bountiful Bakery ; North-Eastern Old Forest |
| Kinship | Beorn's Bountiful Bakery |
| Outward Appearance | As a Man of Beorn's line, his most striking feature, aside from the purple "blueberry paste" adorning the right side of his face, would be the messy, unkempt hair and short beard, the former of which is usually hidden by a cloth bandana.
Secondly, those with a keen eye might notice the larger than average incisors while he grins, which he tends to do quite often. Besides all that, he tries his best at pretending to be a normal Man, hailing from Scylfig.
His most common apparel would be his baking gown, adorned with the image of a pretzel, and of course his cloth bandana, which he often forgets to take off after baking.
As for his appearance in his bear form, which he rarely enters (unless there is a great threat to his life), there is little difference between it, and the common Bree bear. Except perhaps, for the sticky sensation you might get, should you try and run your fingers through his fuzzy fur. |
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Background
As a firstborn son of the family, it fell upon Frodefast to do most of the labour around the Beorninghús, whether it was chopping wood, herding the cattle or taking care of the younger cubs. Yet of all the things he had to do, none he enjoyed as much as baking. Where other younglings would give up after a few failed attempts at making a honeycake or getting scorched due to negligence, these things only emboldened the young Frodefast as he continued with renewed fervour.
Many baking adventures later, nearing adulthood, he would (unsurprisingly) be assigned as the "Bakemaster" at the hús, which besides the task of creating delicious pastries, had the role of teaching others the "wondrous secrets of the art of baking". Needless to say, this was a role that fitted him even more than a glove could, and he enjoyed every moment of it.
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| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None, |
| Loves | Baking honey-cakes, dwarves, resting in a dense forest and travelling. |
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| Hates | Tardiness, eating meat and empty stomachs. |
| Motivation | Opening his bakery somewhere in Eriador. |
| Quotes | "Aye, fair enough." ; " The fastest way to someones heart is through their belly! " |
