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Lanwood
Lanwood Fowler
| Name | Lanwood |
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| Occupation | Merchant |
| Age | 19 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveling merchant |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Lanwood is a decently sized young man, standing at around 6 ft'. He always adorns a hat of some sort, his clothing more often than not exstravagent and colourfull. His wears jingle and jangle as he walks from the many pouches and micilanious objects at his belt, pipes, coins, vials and lists. His hair is a sandy brown, nestled neatly over his head in a finely waved way. His eyes are a deep ocean blue that are always excitedly darting about to match his excentric attitude, uncomfortable if not talking and uncomfortable at the first sign of a fight. He'll always try to talk himself out of a sticky situation with his unremarkable and plain voice, holding no clue as to where he is from. Though he is not at all mysterious, very open and gratious, his skin unworn and untouched. His looks would help determine that he might be from dale, though of course looks can be decieving. |
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Background
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| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | His father Dune and mother May |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | ''The smell of a marketplace'' friendly competition, people, talking, smoking, music, life |
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| Hates | Nothing |
| Motivation | If he were asked, he would not have a good awnser. As he's never thought of it. |
| Quotes | None |
