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Auron

Auron of Dale
Name | Auron |
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Status | Active |
Occupation | Sellsword - Bounty Hunter - Former Warrior of Dale |
Age | Fifty-Three |
Race | Man |
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Residence | The Comb and Wattle Inn |
Kinship |
Outward Appearance |
Physical Appearance: The man who stands before you presents a grim visage, there is no finer way to describe it. The fifty-three long years of his life have certainly taken their toll, wiping clean any remaining youthful and pleasant features about him and replacing them with age, hardship and toil. The first thing that is plainly noticeable about the man would be the scar that runs across his face. A scar of such depth that it has damaged his right eye permanently. Wrinkles and lines score his profile, making him seem older beyond his years. His hair, which was once a healthy copper colour, has turned a shade of grey, matched with a light stubble of the same shade. There is nothing appealing nor attractive about the man, other than his well-maintained physique. He is tall in statue and broad in build, making him seem some what intimidating to the fairer folk.
Distinguishing Features: Apart from the forementioned, there is nothing worthy of note that is visible. Beneath his chainmail however is a map of scars and old war wounds received in battle and previous misadventures.
Education: Auron can read and write, having been tutored in Dale at an early age. This would seem uncommon, however, on the account of his immediate family being stricken by poverty. Why he was taught, and indeed to what end, remains a mystery.
Languages Spoken: Westron
Preferred Choice of Weaponry: Auron carries with him a large two-handed sword. The design of it is neither remarkable nor worthy of note. It is a simple blade, albeit wide in shape and heavy to lift with one hand alone.
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Background
Hailing from the city of Dale, the young Auron was introduced to the world through the eyes of poverty. His mother passed quite early on because of this, leaving his poor father as the sole provider of the family. It was not long until he too died of sickness, leaving Auron alone in the world to fend for himself. Initially he was tutored as a blacksmith, on the account of his sheer strength and eagerness to work. But it was not long before others saw an opportunity to use his strength in combat for their own purposes.
The Guard of Dale invited him into their ranks and commenced his training immediately, where he demonstrated his resolve and prowess as a warrior tenfold. He has faced many adversities in this time at the behest of his betters and proved himself a seasoned combatant. It was not until he reached the ripe age of forty-seven that he put aside the life of following orders and took matters into his own hands.
With a fierce reputation established from his time serving Dale, Auron now sells his skills to the highest bidder. Being sure not to dirty the waters by accepting the more questionable and nefarious offers of work, however, for he abhors crime and those who take part in it. Instead, he continues to accept work as a sellsword and bounty hunter, leading him across the map to various townships and cities when called.
Friends | Few and far between. |
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Relatives | Both mother and father deceased, an only child. |
Rivals/Enemies | The enemies that continue to harass and threaten the Dale-Lands. |
Loves | Little is known about what brings Auron joy in life, other than training to maintain his skill with a sword. |
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Hates | Criminals and those who prey upon the weak vex him greatly. |
Motivation | To stamp out evil and deliver justice throughout the realm. |
Quotes | “I shall not rest until the day comes when my sword-arm fails me.” |