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Lentar

Lentar Wulfgarn

Name Lentar
Occupation
Wandering musician, ex soldier, trader
Age
Aging adult
Race
Man
Residence
None known
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

 

An unkept head of hair and a matching beard seem to define most of Lentar's features. Drawing away some of the attention of the signs of age and hardships displayed on his facial features in the forms of a few rimples across his forehead and a faint scar shown onto his right cheek.

 

Despite a thick layer of clothing worn, signs of a sturdy fellow can be recognized. Sadfully not without a hint of a slight beerbelly however.

With a matching pair of shovel sized hands, holding a thick layer of dead skin on his fingers and palms. It would seem that wich ever harsh work this individual has left its mark on lentar.

 

Often seen going around in thick traveling clothes, a satchel at his side. And a simple wooden lute on his back. Oddly in contrast to these traits would be a sheeted blade worn at his side. Perhaps feeling an urge to rather show off the impression of an unnassailable target for petty thieves?

Tough, what may even a thief get from him. Seeing the poor state of his clothes even.

Background

 

A path most strange Lentar took among his own, nor one of pride by his own blood.
Never lingering long on places, or having a job to last. Tough strangely by own choice as all of his work he left on his own.
Restless lentar has been over the years, evenso while traveling to the next town or settlement.
One could almost believe him to be running from something?
 
Even during the few times of gathering of his own family he is seen little, be it by absence or merely lingering in the background.
Perhaps his failings to meet to expectations of his younger days? 
Or maybe, due to Lentar beeing himselves really, who knows for sure?
 
Tough as times change and a choice made from the elders of his own blood. 
He returned strangely to join the way for distant lands. 
Yet as a sore in the eyes of some maybe?
 
Tough as for reasons his own, something seems to have changed since the leave from rohan soil. To take his place among his family again.
Friends
Only a few rare ones.
Relatives
Anyone from the Wulfgarn bloodline
Rivals/Enemies
Maybe a few merchants he's angered here and there?
Loves
Collecting new accords to play
Hates
People who look down on him
Motivation
finding peace at mind.
Quotes
C´mon.. Wut it´d be t´is ´ere time?

Lentar's Adventures

Lentar's Adventures

Lentar's Gallery

Lentar's Gallery