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Bennison
Bennison "Ben" Blackthorn
| Name | Bennison |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Merchant by trade; self-appointed financier and tactician for the Blackthorn Company. |
| Age | Younger than he appears. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | He would spend his time flitting between his family home in Combe, and spare beds across the Bree-lands. |
| Kinship | The Blackthorn Company |
| Outward Appearance | A mild-mannered, unassuming local man who many would pass on by without even a blink. Between sipping his cups of tea, or perusing an ancient tome, there was nothing of obvious note to the fair-haired resident of Bree - however, the dust on his well-trodden boots may have offered a glimpse behind the cover. |
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Background
To be disclosed in due course.
| Friends | Just passing acquaintainces, as of yet. |
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| Relatives | Second son to the Blackthorn family of Combe. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None, though he is sure he has ruffled a few feathers by now. |
| Loves | Peace and quiet, above all else; otherwise, a warm cup of tea. |
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| Hates | Loud noises, loud folks, loud personalities. |
| Motivation | Emerging from the shadow of his older brother and proving himself as his own man. |
| Quotes | "Come now, there's no reason we can't be civilised?" |
Bennison's Adventures
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