Inactive Deacon

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KEY INFORMATION
Name: Deacon
Age: Eighteen winters.
Race: Human |Anhalder
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: Second Day, Month of Storms
Current Residence: An attic in Storm's Landing.
Relationship Status: Unmarried
Social Status: Commoner
Skill Focuses:
+ Awareness: Environmental
+ Melee: One-Handed Blades
+ Evasion: Evading Attacks
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APPEARANCE
Height: 5'9" | 175 cm
Weight: 145 lbs | 66 kg
Build: Wiry, with long limbs and a narrow frame.
Bearing: Confident and easygoing.
Eyes: A dim blue, like the sky at noon.
Hair: An earthly brown, naturally straight and swept to either side.
Facial Hair: Clean-shaven, most of the time.
Complexion: Light, but tinged by hours spent laboring beneath the sun.
Facial Structure: Plain, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones that emphasize a certain gauntness.
Accessories:
+ A mantle made of comfortable grey wool, almost always worn.
Scars:
+ Nicks and scratches over calloused hands.
Voice: Middling in pitch and even in its course.

PRESENTATION
Education: Limited, to his frustration.
Sociability: High.
Demeanour: Easygoing and decisive, and highly observant.
Languages:
+ Common: Fluent, illiterate.
+ Rede: Fluent, illiterate.
Intelligence: Reasonably high, but uneducated.

HEALTH
Illnesses: None, right now.
Injuries: None, right now.
Allergies: Cats.
Sleeping Habits: Adequate.
Energy Levels: High.
Eating Habits: Somewhat lacking.
Exercise Habits: Adequate.
Memory: Impeccable.

TRIVIA
Occupation: A smith's apprentice, for now.
Favourite Foods: Hearty stews and roasted meat. A penchant for the exotic.
Favourite Drinks: Whiskey.
Favourite Sights: The greater cities, from on high.
Favourite Smells: Lavender, recently.
Favourite Colors: A deep blue, and gleaming silver.

POSSESSIONS
Everyday Attire: A tunic of striped grey linen, worn but well-kept, over dark roughspun trousers. Above it all, he often wears a mantle spun from soft grey wool.
Light Armour: None, right now.
Heavy Armour: None, right now.
Weaponry:
+ A longsword forged of refined steel, bearing the maker's mark of Bennett Varyn.
+ A rondel.

 

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RELATIONS​

Father: 'I wonder, some days, what it was you wanted from me, for me.'

Avalyn: 'If there's a word for it, I doubt I'd know it, or that either of us'd know t' recognize it.'

Cierra: 'A quick friend, and one I mean to keep. As sharp in tongue as she is in eye, and an impressive drinker besides.'

Isca: 'At times I worry at how little you know th' wider world we've stepped into. But I'm glad, in some fashion, for it helps me keep from losin' myself in it.'

Halvar: 'An easy man t' like, an' not so far from my own roots. Good company, an' a merit, I suspect, t' any crew that has him.'

Jaden: 'A competent 'nough man, and handy with his blade. I'll never march under a banner, but I'm glad t' have him in my corner.'

Eliss: 'A kindred soul, I suspect. Emptyin' his coffers is unspeakably satisfyin'.'

Targ: 'An eager fellow. I've th' feelin' there's entertainment aplenty t' be found around him.'

 

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