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Tylan

Tylan Hawthorn
| Name | Tylan |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Traveller, Carpenter |
| Age | Yes |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Appearance:
Tylan is a relatively simple looking man, he looks to be around the age of thirty, though it's hard to pinpoint exactly. He stands tall in stature, over six foot, though not by too much. He is built like many men of his routine, broad in the shoulder, and trim in the waist, tempered by riding, labor and maybe swordplay, though he does not seem to carry a blade often.
The man is almost certainly a Rohir in the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he dresses. Yet, despite these attributes, his skin is darker than many men of that land, his hair is a thick, dark mess, that is cropped to an acceptable length, falling into an equally thick brown beard. ![]() |
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Background
| Friends | Many from days gone by. |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | A few still adorning his nightmares. |
| Loves | His family, horses, brandy and the lute. |
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| Hates | Wine and bloodshed. |
| Motivation | To give his children the life he threw away. |
| Quotes | Tylan is no great speaker, certainly not one worth quoting. |
Tylan's Adventures
| A Wandering Widow | 7 years 6 months ago |
| Reflection, Remorse and Return. | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Tylan's Journal : Odd times. | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Conflict in the north, Nalokha's Spite. | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Entry Four, Pride is stupidity. | 13 years 2 months ago |

