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Furley
Furley
| Name | Furley |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Former Trader and Guard |
| Age | Early thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree & Rohan |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | 6ft 2”, broad, muscular with thick brown hair on top, often matted and altered by wearing a helmet. Deep, brown eyes and a cheeky smile, though his experiences have now dulled his youthful exuberance somewhat. A scar can be seen on his left forehead, where he nearly fell victim to a spear. |
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Background
Formerly the owner of the Company of the East Road, Furley turned his back on that former life after keeping it afloat ran him into the ground and ran up debts with the wrong people when his caravan went missing in the Trollshaws.
He now spends his days between the North and Rohan, not truly belonging anywhere, and not able to let the past stay behind him as he continues to hope in his fruitless search for his friend.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | |
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| Hates | |
| Motivation | To finish his business in Bree, before leaving one last time. |
| Quotes | "My boy, the strongest weapons have their steel tempered in the hottest of fires. Never give in, become hardened and sharper" - his old mentor. |
Furley's Adventures
| Old Friends and Past Ties | 1 year 8 months ago |
| A Parting Glass | 1 year 11 months ago |
| Corsairs in the Courtyard | 2 years 7 months ago |
| Camping in the Chetwood | 2 years 7 months ago |
| Border Blockades | 2 years 8 months ago |
