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Joah
Joah, Watcher of the roads
| Name | Joah |
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| Occupation | Hunter |
| Age | Lower middle-age |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer (Bree primarily) |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Joah has a friendly face, not many scars as he keeps his prey at a distance and some finely trimmed beard and hair. His eyes backs it up, making his smile look even more honest. He is modestly built, not a mountain of muscle, but not weak and scrawny - he adapts to the environment, training more when the need for it occure. The only time his appearance chances, is when he has his eye on a prey - predatorial instincts take over and he doesnt go back to his calm ways until the hunt has ended. |
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Background
To the common man, Joah always wears clothes worn by the teeth of time. To him, they are just aging to fit into the world he lives in. Forrests, mountains, streams and the bare sky - this is his home. He has hunted since he was a small child, growing up with only his mother as a parent, he quickly took upon himself to embrace nature as both a provider and a home. Not very skilled with any tool but a needle (which his mother taught him early), he repairs his own clothes with much finesse, not bothering to do anything other then to sell what he can find inside the deep forrests. As his mother passed away of natural causes, Joah left to venture out into the open world
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | None |
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| Hates | None |
| Motivation | Feed those that starve, give hope to those without, be a beacon of light in a world of darkness, never let your prey go. |
| Quotes | "The stars guide our path to happiness. Follow them, my child, and you too shall find it." - Joahs Mother |
