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Artanion

Artanion, the Wanderer
| Name | Artanion |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Appears to be in his mid thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Artanion is a relatively plain and un-interesting man at first glance, though the air of mystery created by his seemingly unwavering vacancy may generate curiosity all the same. His features are not extraordinary - neither alluring nor unsightly. His hair, which tends to vary in length as a result of inattention, parts at the centre, and is most frequently pushed to the side to reveal a faintly creased forehead. His eyes, a middle shade of grey, are keen despite the ill-defined crow's feet that surround them. His lower face is often concealed by a thick beard, deep brown in colour, striped with random wisps of grey to match his mane. The man's age is indiscernible, but despite the faint wrinkles across his face, he clearly holds onto a certain degree of youth. Artanion rarely offers any expression beyond that of a calm, calculating man void of care and concern.
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Standing at six feet and five inches, this athletic and well-built man does offer some visual insight into a physically demanding vocation. His clothing often reflects the time he spends on the road and at arms, wrapping himself in a healthy mix of leather and chain. His attire is broken and scarred, much like the skin beneath it, his body bearing a few illustrations of the past - though most do not have a tale. The most defined disfigurement is on his left hand, a large and straight blemish tracing back from between his thumb and forefinger to his wrist. Though he frequently wears gloves, meaning this is often concealed, he does not purposefully hide it.
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Artanion is a man of few words, choosing those he does utter carefully. His voice is low, but not a growl, calm and concise. His pronunciation is clear and unimpaired, demonstrating a strong education, though he is rarely one to start conversation, preferring to silently observe and pass judgement in un-hindered isolation. His countenance is cold and although not unfriendly, can be unwelcoming. He is strong willed, maintaining a vacant and uninterested existence with little effort, just as he seems to do with the rest of his appearance and interactions. |
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Background
Artanion's fractured history, though no secret, remains largely undisclosed. Albeit difficult, it would not be impossible to extract elements of the tale or its entirety in person, but not without an unhealthy degree of tenacity.
| Friends | A short and infrequently revealed list |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Undisclosed |
| Loves | Simplicity |
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| Hates | Unnecessary interruptions |
| Motivation | Unclear |
| Quotes | "I see." |
