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Hereweard
Hereweard, son of Burgweard
| Name | Hereweard |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Oathsworn rider from Stonedeans; formerly exiled from the Mearc for Wolf's-head. |
| Age | Passing his prime days: Late thirties, give or take a few years. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Mainly upon a saddle, goes where his lord rides; East-mark. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Tall and proud he stands, broad in stature. His eyes are of a dark deep blue and his gaze can be hard and intimidating to men he does not know, or appreciate. His stature and straight backed appearance make him a man of physical presence, while his calm nature emphasizes his personal strength of mind and will. When speaking, The heavy accent of a horse-lord lingers in the air. His face is pitted and weathered with a few minor scars, some made by his father, other remnants of battles with wild-men. In his dark eyes you can on occasion see a warm glow of compassion and love, but often they just seem to reflect his troubled mind. When enraged his gaze pierce like invisible arrows. |
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Background
| Friends | As many as the broad Riddermark could furnish. |
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| Relatives | Few back in Stonedeans, also he has a bastard brother riding in Anfald's éored. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None as of yet, or known to him. |
| Loves | Above all, there are three things that verily matters to him: His steed, wife and his sword. |
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| Hates | Political games between thanes, wizardry, lie, running out of pipe-weed. |
| Motivation | To serve his lord and king in a worthy way until death comes for him; to offer a peaceful life for the woman he loves. |
| Quotes | 'And in your words, your heart is true as pattern-welded steel.' |
Hereweard's Adventures
| The Land-stepper and the Witch | 9 years 8 months ago |
