- Pronouns
- He/Him, She/Her, They/Them
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Stout︰ Reveled︰ Crooked ︰ Between ︰Sane
⋖ The Bright-Eyed Bard of Mine ⋗
⋖|| KEY INFORMATION ||⋗
AGE || 28
GENDER || Masculine
RACE || Human
PROFESSION || Bard, Sailor
SOCIAL STATUS || Lower Class
CURRENTLY... || Out and away.
WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT || An man built of crooked angles, Glenn is starting to get toward middle age.
His hair is a mop of muddy brown and his beard is, despite all the ill-wishes of old friends, full. His face is full of
lines, mostly scars, clustered tight around the bright and uncanny eye that once belonged to the figment of Charity,
which now occupies his left eye-socket. The other trace of their encounter sits on his left shoulder, faint but unmistakable.
You can still see her icy hand-print. The other scars are numerous but unremarkable. A life lived always on the end of a rope,
dancing and often falling from the razor's edge.
WHAT YOU'LL GET || Fierce and cavalier at the best of times: never the ace in anyone's sleeve but certainly in the
deck. Time has weathered away the rough edges, but the man will always be the same boy who hung onto the spires
of the Queensport Cathedral, wind and snow whipping a stolen cloak around him. How can we forget our roots, in this
era? Still. Having won almost every war of attrition, Louvel would be pleased to say that's he's Upright, Upright, Upright.
SHAPES IN THE DARK || We left those fears behind. Salt-worn.
BY MY OWN HAND || Still a bard, even if he denies it. Still a sailor. Still pulling at the leash, still patching up scrapes.
THE TONGUES WE SPEAK || [8/10] Rede, [5/10] Elvish, [10/10] Common.
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