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Healfdene
Healfdene, the Scop
| Name | Healfdene |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scop, weaver of good tales |
| Age | Middle-aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Forlaw, temporarily |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | From the first a warm smile will greet you upon his moon-face, lined with laughter as much as toil. Framing this welcoming visage there hangs a mane of shaggy light brown hair and a bronze beard that hugs his mouth. however, a beautiful and intricate braid of the same hue hangs freely and clearly; but it does not rob him of his masculinity, rather it culturally enhances him and marks his kin from Westfold. His legs are long and clad in leather and he walks astride a blade fit for the dangers of the road. His boots are muddy, yet his hands are gentle, and they are often put to kind and honest purpose; these all remain the most memorable aspects of his appearance. |
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Background
''Even in times of strife,
a good song may wend our way with courage
and fastness and sometimes love and bliss.
For that I wander,
visiting every village, inn and Mead-hall
our broad country can furnish.
'Tis my part at least...''
| Friends | Many across the broad Kingdom. |
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| Relatives | Father Hengist, a farmer from Westfold, the hen Waru and many siblings. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies to his chief and land, those beginning a brawl in the Mead-hall as he's about to play. |
| Loves | His audience, his gilded lyre, sounds of bird whistling, to wander, a good tale and song. |
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| Hates | Inn fights, mean men and those far from art; a day that passes without seeing her. |
| Motivation | Glory for the land; to marry the woman of his life. |
| Quotes | ''Rain and snow at once, a bad omen.'' - ''Large shield, for a large man.'' |
