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Wyrmstan
Wyrmstan, Son of Folcréd
| Name | Wyrmstan |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Hunter and drunkard |
| Age | 33 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance |
Wyrmstan had crimson hair, reminding that of his grandfather Gramlic's. His eyes were sparkling blue. He was not taller than his brothers; still, his broad shoulders and meaty muscular body would show him so. He had ruddy skin and his face was liable to turn red at any time. He chose to wear supple leather clothes and always kept a cross-turned dagger in his back. |
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Background
''For weeks on end we journey on
Weary and worn, the glory is gone
All that's left are tired souls
Aching limbs and dreams of home ''
-Work in progress-
| Friends | Jon, Fenton |
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| Relatives | Far away |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | To drink, roasting pork and women. |
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| Hates | Ruffians and noble types. |
| Motivation | To get back home, find a nice woman to marry, and children perhaps. |
| Quotes | ''Imagine what a lovely, quiet place the world would be if everyone had their throats slit.'' |
Wyrmstan's Adventures
There are no adventures here yet.
