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Sheiron
| Name | Sheiron |
|---|---|
| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Wandering Minstrel |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | The Endless Paths Ahead |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Not too tall, lean; although slim, not weak. |
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Background
From the horse-lands of the Riddermark came a Bard, known far and wide for tales that could weave wonder into the hearts of listeners. Yet fame often casts long shadows, and betrayal struck swift as a dagger.
One fateful day, the Bard awoke upon cold, unyielding ground, their life shattered like glass.
What followed has been carried away by the wind—nothing but ashes and whispers now.
With no home, no allies, and no memories to anchor the soul, only a name remained to cling to, a name carried like a shield against the growing Shadow.
Lacking the wisdom of the Elves, the endurance of the Dwarves, or the cheer of the Hobbits—what is left but humanity, fragile yet unyielding? A faint smile still haunts that scarred face, and in the depths of weary eyes, hope flickers like a candle defying the dark.
A spirit independent and resolute, shaped by hardship, with a justice all their own.
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| Loves | Wandering through the woods, cooking, reading, Mother Earth's gifts. |
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| Hates | Prejudices and injustice. |
| Motivation | Roaming through life aiding those in need. |
| Quotes | Some things are never meant to be, others are better left unsaid. |
