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Fiacre
Fiacre
| Name | Fiacre |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Herbalist. Warden within Those Who Walk Unseen. |
| Age | 26 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer, |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Athletic and strong - though a little less tall than the majority of his kin and by no means built for war - Fiacre is fair of face and gentle in demeanour. Softly spoken and wearing an amiable smile which makes him easily approachable. His hair is flaxen and a little unkempt, combed back from his face but rarely staying in place for long. His keen eyes are a deep and earthy brown, creased with mirth and filled with laughter. A young red fox often trots along at Fiacre's heels as he walks, affectionately named Wilbur and doted upon like a pet. |
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Background
Fiacre speaks little of his past, answering often with only a smile should he be asked of it. His abilities as a woodsman suggest his path has been trod through nature and wild lands since he was very young, but again he speaks little of this. Suffice to say that he he has a great love and respect of the natural world and is most at home wandering along winding paths or across open plains.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None to speak of. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | Nature. Animals. Wilbur the Fox. |
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| Hates | Poachers. |
| Motivation | To fight the destruction of nature. |
| Quotes | Nature is dangerous, but she is pure. I would rather her company than a dozen kings or lords. |
