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Balgair
Balgair 'Fox' Timber
| Name | Balgair |
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| Occupation | No occupation |
| Age | twnety one |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Timber Family estate, Gwinsnade |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A young, sleek, muscular lean framed man, standing at the the average of around 6ft tall with his at height for a man born and bred of Bree-land and north. His mid-length, black thick hair passed down through generations and blood line of his family, the Timbers, with a slight quiff bent at the front of his head. The man would often be dressed in a long grey robe in which his grandfather gave him many years ago, quite a fancy thing,but would clearly be worn and torn and each torn inch of the robe would tell a tale. Balgair would come accross as quite a sinister looking young man, seeming quite dark looking in the eyes, having a rather...intimidating look upon him, having seemed to go sour through the years, keeping to himself in the dark, toiling to simply cause issues among many throughout bree-land....his childhood turned him into the man he is today, and some would not like the way he is now either. Now Balgair Timber still resides in the Timber Estate yet he would never stay long, ever often off into the wilds...having some form of tranquility after a childhood and teenhood of hatred and pain, yet his family....never noticed or listened to Belgair. He often strolls Bree in the night, and the odd time might be found in the prancing pony, grasping a large glass of red wine...his main choice of poison. An |
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Background
Belgair Timber grew up a nice yet very timid boy, having shyed away from all the hustle and tussle of his busy family, as they ran around tending to the lumber mills. Meanwhile Balgair would be hidden away somewhere, often down by the river next to his tree, that would have many carvings of men battling and such.
But as he grew and grew he would seem to come slowly out of his shell, yet, would seemingly become a dark and troubled young teenager, hurting and stealing from his friends and many others all around bree-land and yet, never caught. His brothers and sisters gave him the name 'Fox'...being the sneaky and hidden creature he often is. And as time would take its toll, balgair would have no friends after the things he had done...some he would never speak of and neither would the victims. He soon became a complete loner, only really keeping in touch with his mother on occasion and possibly his elder sister.
Now Balgair Timber still resides in the Timber Estate yet he would never stay long, ever often off into the wilds...having some form of tranquility after a childhood and teen hood of hatred and pain, yet his family....never noticed or listened to Belgair. He often strolls Bree in the night, and the odd time might be found in the prancing pony, grasping a large glass of red wine...his main choice of poison....or the poison he might just slip into your drink, if you're not carful.
| Friends | None, unless you count your mother as your best friend |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | A fair few, mostly old friends |
| Loves | Family, reading, getting into peoples heads. |
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| Hates | Those who would harm his family, backstabers, heros |
| Motivation | Same as his fathers, yet in a different light. |
| Quotes | "Mind power, conquers all." |
