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Jurgen Mulnheim
Seventeen winters, recorded mid-year and documented easily in an era of normalcy.
Race:
Human, of the Anhalder make.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Current Residence:
Jurgen and Dietrich have conjoined at the hip; professionally and otherwise. The two have invested their weekly wages into a modest home in Storms Landing's upper district.
Height:
Six-foot-one.
Weight:
One-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds.
Eye Color:
A curious sea-blue, with hues of turquoise and emerald to complicate things.
Skin Color:
Jurgen's skin is sun-marked, though naturally a fair shade of white. Responsibilities fulfilled beneath the sun's watchful gaze have afforded the boy's skin a faint pigmentation.
Shape of Face:
Angular, with the symptoms of undernourishment taking toll of his features. His sunken cheeks and gaunt ocular region afford Jurgen an inquisitive stare; one not always matched by his true interests.
Distinguishing Features:
The shock of dark hair that grew atop his hair may draw some's attention, though Jurgen is by-in-large only one to spectate for short moments at a time.
Build of Body:
Fashioned lean, and granted a slimness through an upbringing that centered around custodial and familial binds. Jurgen had been expected to tend his father's crops from a young age, and in his later adolescence adorned the faint muscle he now wore through his paternal uncle's sawyer and hewing business accommodations.
Hair Color:
A brown so dark it is surely black.
Hair Style:
Oft worn near to his scalp, save for the top which he enjoys to feel laze about his scalp. Jurgen's clippers are kept sharp, so that the trimming of his head is never too irregular.
Complexion:
Sun-baked, though still pasty when compared directly to his peers in the south. The northron boy bares a gentle appreciation for his own flesh, one he seeks to maintain with regular hygienic care; even when inconvenient.
Posture:
A gentle ache about the lower back often sees Jurgen slouch casually. Nothing abnormal, but certainly not the practice stance nor posture of a nobleman's son.
Is Seen By Others As:
Headstrong, with an impressive determination afforded to the causes he pursues.
Scars:
Nothing substantial. The faint flesh-marks of a hundred or so topples down sodden hills, or the light tracing of pale against a dark eyebrow.
Voice:
Delivered with a sturdy Rede accent, of authentic make. Jurgen tackles Common with a commoner's confidence; clipped, crude, and often kept to himself.
Values:
The tenets of Valiant, his patron deity and mentor in turbulent times. Jurgen beholds the God with an incredible respect, practicing his martial prowess with the ax left to him so he may operate beneath his uncle's occupation.
In recent times, Jurgen has grown an incredible appreciation for the laws of Storm's Landing.
Education:
Lowly. Arithmetics are forever lost on the boy. The common language is proficient, and the rare occasions upon which he may spy his aunt's hoarded stash of novels and wide array of texts served as exciting times for a young Jurgen.
Languages:
Rede and Common.
General Attitude:
Valiant's tenets are forever forefront in the boy's mind. Jurgen marches into life with an expectancy of greatness for himself, so long as he is capable and willing to remain true to the self. Few will argue him away from what he believes to be right; thankfully, these dissertations are largely accepted as common chivalry.
Religious Inclination:
A proud belief in the Pantheon, with disdain held for the scourges of Jishrim and Skraag. Jurgen devotes his life-path to The Crusader, and in Valiant's image he prays.
General Intelligence:
Jurgen is a sharpened point in the backside of general idiocy, with confident ethics and important valuations denoted upon him by a traveler uncle. The streets are often an enemy of him, for he is competent and well-respected in his few places of employment since vacating the occupations of his family.
General Sociability:
Eager to spread his own and hear the tales of others, whose presence never fails to excite him. Jurgen embraces a general sociability among his Anhalder peers, which has so far gone matched in his southern expeditions.
Wardrobe:
Jurgen is most often clad in the uniform provided for his guardsmen position. A well-fitted gambeson is slotted beneath a sturdy coat-of-plates, his dark hair even becoming matted beneath a helm if required. A miniature silver greatsword lay snug to his flesh, secured about his neck by leather thong. The ornamental tool is left by his father, a yuletide gift that sang the silent songs of Jurgen's pious future.
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