DEDICATED CHARACTER
5.) Taralphiel – Lossoth(Snowman) male – anti-Corsair
NAME: Freyn
AGE: 52
RACE: Human, Lossoth
GENDER: Male
WEAPONS: Freyn does not carry weapons for war, as it is not his skill or desire. He carries two small daggers, one around his waist on his belt, the other in his boot. Also on his belt is a curved blade, similar to a scimitar, but the most it is used for is cutting and gutting fish and other meat.
APPEARANCE: Freyn still manages to keep a ruddy build, though his face has its fair share of lines. He is clothed thickly in furs, but not so much that it hinders his movement. His boots are fur lined but are dyed dark leather.
PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Freyn is an even-minded and kind spirit, which sometimes takes others aback, given his strong appearance. He is often called to positions of leadership due to his reasoning skills, but seldom takes up the position unless he has to. He would rather let other people show their mettle than have them rely on an aged person such as himself. He is also a very peace-loving man, and has rarely raised a weapon against another person.
HISTORY: Freyn has lived all his life in the Ice Bay of Forochel. His family has seldom left this place, so his skills and knowledge of his home would be valuable to someone unfamiliar to the region.
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Taralphiel’s post
“Hmmm…today should prove to be interesting…”
Freyn rolled his shoulder slowly, before stretching his arms out wide and letting out a bellow of a yawn before the front of his home. His wife was in the nearest room, mixing some warm soup for breakfast.
“What makes you say that, love?” She smiled up at him, slowly turning her spoon.
“I have that feeling, it hardly ever steers me wrong. We are in for a change, love. Perhaps a very good one. I cannot tell just yet…”
She looked back at her pot “Everyone here would agree we need a good change. The only things to blow in here have been those Corsair ships. Those I do not like…”
Freyn sighed. “Aye, I do not know what they are up to, I’ve not been so fortunate to find out. I do know they bring a bad air and a misfortune that works against what we already have…”
Freyn walked down through the light new snow, peering out over the Bay. Few ships or even small boats were there, the ice was already packed thick around the Bay and could crush them through the night. This morning was particularly rough, and the clouds frowned angrily over the white coastline, turning them a grey hue. Freyn had felt a storm come in during the night, so this was no surprise to him. Through the winds and soupy mist, Freyn laboured to see anything with his ageing eyes. But he let out a grumble when he turned away from the ocean.
“I must be dreaming... I think there may be a ship out there. By the look of it, it is definitely no Corsair vessel. How strange…”
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