Wotan Stange (Pravus_Nym)
Gender: 1
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Age: 17 Summers
Family: Only Child
Animals: Raven
Weapons: Glavie; Shortbow
Personality: Wotan has always been optimistic and cheery prefering a positive outlook to simply surrendering. Often on the road his position can be marked with merry whistling or even a song. His courage is best shown through battle, something he has never taken as lightly as the rest of life. Though Wotan posseses some skill with the glaive he much prefers the joy of a good spar to wholesale slaughter found in war.
Appearance: His hair is left to hang nearly to his shoulders in mahogany strands framing his hazel eyes. Leather wraps about the well-traveled form providing some deffense to the cold and blades. Drapped about his shoulders is a woolen cloak dyed rich brown though it does little to cover the quiver of arrows at his side. Presumably the smallish pack is hidden by his cape and light with only the bare essentials. In hand with him always is his trusty glaive, just a bit longer than he is tall.
History:
A man from Bree, Wotan sought out his own fortunes and stories from the comfort and saftey of home. Adept at using the deffensive quarterstaff he convinced a local smithy to add a blade giving Wotan a more offensive edge than before. Feeling secure from the hazards of the road, Wotan’s journey began ernestly.