Gender: 2

Race: human

Height: 6'1

Age: 24

Family: Graeghon, Salamireth

Animals: Horses, mostly he rides Bella a chestnut mare (he calls her Bells), hound- Duke

Weapons: Sword, daggers, axes.

Personality: The local breeders call him the ‘horse whisperer,’ and he is nearly as good with people as he is with horses. He is charismatic and a bit cheeky at times. He is steadfast and loyal. He is not a brilliant warrior but makes up for what he lacks in experience and training in vigor, and drive. He is not particularly ambitious, hot-tempered, nor is he unwaveringly stubborn, he is an average sort of bloke, but with an internal strength that not even he yet realises. He is happy with his day-to-day work, providing for his family, pleased to be sat in front of his small thatched roof home, smoking a pipe, and watching the sun set over Rohan while giving his hound Duke a good scratch behind the ears. His horses are his pride and joy, and like any good horse breeder he takes great pride in raising them, it is as his friend’s say, the only instance in which he has patience. In other words, he is a simple man. A man who acts on instinct alone he will always, and without fail rush into anything without thinking twice. In this way at least he is consistent. This among other things has been known to get him in a pinch of trouble. His affinity for wordplay, riddles, and making subtle mockery of his opponents (or people in general while minding his own business) while he fights them doesn’t help either. He is not a terrible fighter. He is no warrior by any means, but he knows his way around a blade, a small axe and daggers or throwing knives. To be honest he probably fairs better with aiming and throwing a dagger like darts than he does wielding a blade at a larger opponent. He has a tendency to think on his feet, and as a result makes things up as he goes along. This sort of embodies his entire life. Not that it’s an entirely bad thing, but usually Faeron forgets that consequences are involved, and never has an exit strategy. Strategies aren’t his ‘thing,’ that he leaves to his best friend Narua. On numerous occasions she has called him a moron or an idiot for getting them into the wrong kind of situation without a suitable plan of escape or attack for that matter.

Appearance: He has rich light brown hair and very bright blue eyes like a cloudless afternoon sky. His complexion is a healthy tan from spending so much time outside, his hair too would probably be darker had he stayed indoors and not become a horse breeder like his father. He is quite muscular, one has to be to deal with horses every day, and appears as impressive in stature and build as the majestic horses he cares for and breeds with wide calloused hands from hard labor. His body is littered with scars here and there, but none of great importance.

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